Tao
not quite a woman
and yet no longer a girl
searching for her path
–
fresh snow
treading lightly
in your footprints
not quite a woman
and yet no longer a girl
searching for her path
–
fresh snow
treading lightly
in your footprints
slow rhythmic moonlight
shining across the surface
of a mountain lake
–
an old rope swings
calm lake water
before the fall
I can’t remember
dwelling in darkness since I
came into your light
–
barren trees
stand vigil
awaiting sunrise
broad wings outstretched
running across the water
before taking flight
–
rustling leaves
wind mulling over
a goose’s wing
relaxing at last
working out in the garden
under the moonlight
–
high silver clouds
a beaver breaks
the water’s surface
as I drive away
another grain of sand falls
in my life’s hourglass
–
walking the shore
the sand moves
beneath our feet
fire lights in your eyes
glaring over your shoulder
as you walk away
–
night sidles in
faerie lights
fireflies
my wet business shirt
translucent where it clings to
the swell of your hips
–
cloudburst
unexpectedly
caught outside
freshly mown hay fields
drenched in the long warm rays of
the afternoon sun
–
an deep indigo sky
with you, the Perseids
and a warm blanket
loving you out loud
and I’m not even a bit
apologetic
–
trumpeter swans
building their nest atop
a beaver lodge