Wings
She was taller, and years had trained her eyes to look for hidden things.
Category Archives: Creation
Rest
(where I rest is home)
meditation on morning
what wind
teaches
as slow as spring
I begin to mistrust urgency.
Ocean’s Edge
The city spread below me jeweled by the night
Marry
let our roots go down to water
Windows – 8 (Avenues)
Will he (or she) find generous rooms, warm with art and soft with cushions, and a table laden for a feast?
Windows – 7 (Love’s Labour Lost)
The same arm curled around his woman’s waist as they moved together. The same arm caught up his infant daughter, held her warm against his chest. The same arm opened a door; the same arm closed it.
The Line of the Tide
Here the land and the sea will write the song for you…
fronteira
Between me
and me
are borders
crossed only
by time
bed of coals
Wasn’t she beautiful, with her collection of contentments and quiet loves, her giving and receiving? Even if none were there to share it, tonight?
My Mother Believes in Me
My mother believes in me
so the odds bow more to my favor.