open
empty
fire fan
the notes
let them rise
from darkness
play
between them
until they
play you
Month: July 2017
Green
Present
alive
a present
to present
in the present
open
Night Rain
I dream wings
against a cage
in or out I
know not
I hear
its call
to fly
to fall
to die
awake
Becoming
enter the dark
work down
quiet
break
open
In Season
this
I am
circle of summer
drift of fall
in of winter
out of spring
without the hurt
of hurry
Three Summer Plays
breeze
on a swing
waves
of tall grass
a train
through the night
To Name
Be sure
as a rising stem
swift
as rose unfolds
certain
as the wind
Beyond
to go there
to wander it’s pathlessness
beyond these words
on this page
is to let
my next breath
take
me