How the Falling Petals

How the falling petals of my heart
do love to spin and tumble
in the sudden stirring of the summer
that surrounds you.

May 29 2012

Getting Up in Africa

Waking of the dawn
birds have their hollow cries
echoing
a dewy jungle in
humidity, trails possibly
padded by feral paws or
given plumed wonder
of the bright-eyed morning.
Tea.

May 15 2012

It Is the Simple Veiling

It is the simple veiling of the day
by night: Look, the gentle dark
that silences our sight
and breathes its benediction in,
to fill the room with mercy 
so our souls may heal
and we may sleep again.

May 8 2012