Love like a river
Even the meek swell with water running down. Come now, spill yourself into our long water. Let it trail you …
Even the meek swell with water running down. Come now, spill yourself into our long water. Let it trail you …
All that comes to me now is the prairie, how it is empty to the casual eye, how you walk …
Puddles of snow pool under shrubs – miniature glaciers for voles to cast through. Sparrows, geese, all as one gather …
Evergreens surround your house, a fortress wall heavy with snow. In black recesses I wade, the snow bounds off the …
Earth grieves each November, again finds itself wailing in sorrow, refusing to get out of bed. For its own tears …
hazy dry, as if in midair distant beeps, rattles, blood pressure cuff wheezing up, releasing, hour after hour, day may …
waves roll in, tossed over themselves by November winds that scrape surface up and over, up and over, coil under …
Everyday they fall. The leaves tumble down through branches, tossed by rolling breeze, find their way to mother earth, shaken …
I think of love as something that grows form as it ages, sometimes firm, sometimes round, broadening, ambling if allowed. …
Aspen leaves flip and flash waking the glass-covered wall behind; dark when my mind pauses, bright when my mind stirs. …