I loved the pure air (April 7, 2010)

I loved the pure air
the wilderness of not talk.
Sliding across smooth stones,
on either side a rushing torrent
the shadows lifted
The sound came
and paused again,
a little cry of caught from fallen
so soon.
the silver morning rising
seized by that wondering what

I could have wept

I wish to return to wander (April 6, 2010)

I wish to return
to wander
how deeply beloved
This slower tempo,
a plaintive whisper
unmoving lips.
it might have been
The light in the room
the tale is a long unfolded
my thoughts burning captive,
glowing wise.
I am only nothing more

And hoping to begin

What of the gently twisting candles (April 5, 2010)

What of the gently
twisting candles,
fantastic in the night
the light a Yawning silence,
like Solitude
down the hollow corridors,
I will wait, alone,
on the long winding stairway
until the last lonely night
is made helpless

by the dawn.

I followed further around (April 4, 2010)

I followed further around
and suddenly smiled
the spectacle of raspberries
and a bright blue door.
respond to finding
go and tell
soon this deeply golden
once

is as endless lost.

I left puzzled (April 3, 2010)

I left puzzled
the scent of something,
swept past.
scarlet geraniums
curiously bright

in the gray light of dawn

strange how the forest (April 2, 2010)

strange how the forest
was shimmering with silence
and all things spirit
the shadow across the age
stood waiting.
whitened with apprehension.
Then an echo, the color red

It turned out to be fire

before dawn (April 1, 2010)

before dawn,
this very delicately day
by instinct fell
nearby still, and fresh.
reassuringly familiar,
leaves were limping
losing color,
I gave thought an emptying
then dropped to a resting place
until the sun became

a huge enormous