Wednesday, November 27, 2013

small poems, wednesday morning

this day          moving into          deeper gray

your gentle heart
a rose
leaning toward home

dream dancing: in my purple robe
the moon drips silver
on my upturned face

wandering the icy driveway —
lost gull
I would help you if I could

my darling
if only you weren't
allergic to flowers!

years ago
we lit a dozen candles —
now one flame is enough

when you are not here
I know you are everywhere —
but still . . . .

stretching my ears
your footsteps descend
the stairs

the drummers have all gone home —
welcome back

this melancholy morning
Rumi and Sappho
whisper to me