Between the night and day
I will go...
Winter
cold and frosty mornings...
hear those birds singing
in the ripening treetops...
Dormant buds
await fluxing snow...
There was no sky over your
head. You sidestep the lake...
Upon a summer crossing
I lay my weary head to rest...
The full moon was
rising. November nght...
Salmonella wanted
to broker a truce...
Winds move me, gales stripping my branches bare
feel vulnerable, in crisp midnight air...
9 July 2012
10:40am...
Me and my pride,
me and my hurts...
Black out in the stars,
a golden heart in the dark...