there are days
when open space
calls for running
past the horizon
high over plains
then down unknown
where scented lush
with green dripping
from the trees
into pleading heart
finds sanctuary
welcoming.
Daily Archives: December 8, 2014
crushed
foretelling
A pond lined
with
skunk cabbage,
filtered light
catching
tangerine fins –
carp
beneath
dancing green skirts
of pink and white
waterlilies,
someone parts the ferns
at the woodlands’ edge
and enters
the fortune teller’s dream
For twenty dollars,
scented candles
ward off the spirits
seen frozen
in shadows
of yellow glass.