Fallen

I knew for a moment

The freedom of flight

Taking wing and soaring

Against the auburn sky

I knew for a moment

The safety of a place

Nestled in and comforting

Wrapped in quiet den

I knew for a moment

Where I belonged

Walking wooded trails

Loathe for the path to end

Autumn arrived and with the leaves

I drifted down from branches

To lie here on the damp November ground

Staring lonely at the sky now

Dreaming once again

Of flight

Sinking slowly into cold earth

Sinking coldly into dirt

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Keep Warm

There is the cold void of space

Expanding through your heart

Temperatures dropping

Daily

Every slight, every ding, every pain

We numb and withdraw

Our sap dropping from limbs to root

Our leaves fall beautiful

Into piles of decay

How to continue

Why go on

When it hurts

Grief overtaking

And spring is so far away

Don’t stay there in the heart of winter

Rest and repair and rise again

Capture each ray of sunshine

Be soothed by the songs of the birds

Revel in the blue, blue sky

Wrap the grey clouds around you

Sprout

Grow

Fly

The heart of summer is always within you

A blooming meadow

Paradise of butterflies and bumblebees

Keep warm

With the kind word of a friend

Laughter

A good book

Keep warm deep into the restless night

Keep warm kindled sparks in reserve

Until you become the star

The Sky’s Blush

Two moments in time

Mine

Yours

Looking skyward and beyond

Into the infinite

Where touching briefly

Soft illumination

A comfort

A hope

In communion

With the all that is

We stretch across time

In two moments

Hearts beating the rhythm

Of changes to come

Pointing to a path not yet taken

The sun rises

The sun sets

As these moments roll away

And the path remains

What calls forth the spirit at dawn

What settles the mind at dusk

Tender shoots struggling for purchase

Reaching upward

To the sky’s blush

Couple (with audio)

They look over the water

From grizzled visage

The years layered and weathered

On sentinel faces

She wonders if spring will come soon

And if the family of mallards will return this year

He is watching a crow fly and doesn’t answer

She did not need him to answer

After so many years

The most important conversations were silent

They overlook

They withstand the changing seasons

Growing older

Perhaps growing wiser

It’s hard to tell from here

Watching the bark shift in the dancing light

I think they are happy there

Together by the water

As their silences span days, and months, and years

I visit when I can

And listen to the wisdom

Left unsaid

Thrumming from the tree which

Holds them sacred

Vigilant couple

Watching over the water

Keeping an eye on the sky

I’ll be back

I tell them

But they know that maybe I will

And maybe I won’t

After I’ve left she tells him

They always think they know

And that’s their biggest flaw

He looks at the sky, empty now

And holds his peace

Painted on the Sky

I could almost see the brushstrokes

Where the branches touched the sky

Like feathers they were sweeping

Wisps of bark against the pale

A transitory transition from the earth

To atmosphere

We are, everyone of us,

Painted on the sky

We are painted on the sky

Windswept Field 12/11/2020

My hair is a windswept field

Your fingers running

Running

Dancing

My back is the great plains

Your fingers walking

Exploring

The waves of the ocean

Reach the shore

I am the wind

Caught in the sky

Free to fly

With your fingers

Tangled in my hair

Reflection 12/20/2020

I saw the sky in a reflection on the water

A patch of blue floating down the creek

The autumn leaves were sunken

Underneath the sheerest glaze

Tree trunk frequencies distorted

By the movement of the water

I was not seeing clearly then

The reflection was untrue

I lifted eyes to sky then

To see the deeply blue expanse

I wandered in the grassy fields

Saw a tree that reminded me of you

Standing a distance from the others

Standing a bit apart

Standing lonely in the sea of grass

Against the ocean sky

I longed to hug the tree there

And murmur words of comfort

I pressed my hand upon the bark

As I passed by

I said, “It will be all right.”

As I passed by

I Swallowed the Sky – 12/3/2020

Lying in the grass

Watching clouds float above me

The humming of the bees, and bugs

Were toning among the flowers

While dreaming shapes were wound

Up in the air, I wished to fly

But it was not to be

There were no wings for flight

I could not remember how to launch

Gravity clenched me close to earth

Gravity cinched me anchored to the earth

And so my eyes were widened drenched

In fancies of dust and mist

Until I swallowed every shape, and

Every curve

And every wish

There dragons, fish, and dolphins

I ate them up with sight

Faces of the mermaids, and the trolls

I lie there in the grass until I started getting cold

I lie there in the grass until I started getting old

I lie there in the grass and now I’ve turned to stone

When you pass me on your journey

Lay your hand upon my seams

Those cracks and divots peeling are where

The early morning steam

Releases each and every wish I ate

Releasing every dream

Don’t linger long within my meadow

Touch me swiftly

Move along

The gravity is strong here

The weight of all that’s wrong here

Caught between the dreams and earth

Caught between the earth and dreams