that's mrs. mediocrity to you

nothing and everything
left behind

pain on pane

swift angel of morning
dusty dove
winged evidence

ethereal

mercurial

captured

…

herding blue and green
through the fast moving symphony
of spring

black birds
dot the sky
b flat
e minor
g sharp

notes of hunger

and freedom

spelled with stump
and fury

at being
left
behind

off key

and obbligato

…

sunrise manifests
in shades of grey
a tinge of pink
filtered through a jar
left too long
on a too full counter
just because
you love
the shape
of shadow

…

no place to go
except into
new growth

…

blue sky, day dry
another loop of miles, smiles,
burning, yearning

false flock
getting ready
to fly

…

the color of love
and the scent of sunshine

sweet and sharp
short and poignant

ephemeral

…

…

i threw away all the curtains
because i want to see everything

i’ve grown old on a mantle of marble
i’ve breathed love into statues of stone

i wrapped grey over hard faded rainbow
because gold is the color of own

…

us vs. them
man vs. nature
you vs. me

there’s a circle and a triangle
buried deep in the heart
of every clock

and we run from time
long before
the chase begins

i am here
and you are forest

or i am there
and you are tree

one of us always
rooted

…

the day starts

with

tea and sunshine

rye and wheat

mess and murmur

that’s it

that’s all there is

…

time winds down

and i think of hours

minutes

days

spent

chopping slicing dusting folding sweeping typing
designing walking rinsing eating reading roaming
washing preparing gathering weeding building
sorting sifting scrubbing changing twisting

staring at sky

loving

living