Shawl

On days
when the veil
is a bit
thinner,

I want to
wrap you in
the warm fabric
of my love.

***

When I
came up against
the idea
of losing you,

I walked to a field
and stayed,
until everything
became quiet.

***

Let me take you
back into
my arms, let
our tender

bodies soften
beneath leaves
that float down
like questions.

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Soccer Ball

I do not know
how to explain
to the nine-year-old boy
on his birthday
that the world is not
always a soft place
to land.

And so I hold him,
like the day he was born,
until the tears
turn into something else,
perhaps a kind of soft relaxation
into love.

We are all growing up –
even the family of ducks that rides
the river eddy, yellow down
of early spring turned to
the feathered brown of adulthood,
even the tall cattails in the still-water marsh,
even you,
even me.

My words now are like
that broken nest laying in the grass,
both empty and life giving,
and he and I,
delicate
with the possibility
of what may fall.

Harvest Eclipse

Each year, I forget
how fearless
the eloquence of autumn,
these cell-humming yellows
that shatter the sky
in the sepia sunlight
of Septembers.

Again, winter is coming-
moving our bodies,
yours and mine,
one turn closer
toward that final night.
And despite this endless wheel,
or perhaps because if it,
my heart reaches up to the heavens
and erupts into one million
unexpected stars.

Give me the quiet
of a blood red moon,
pregnant in its proximity,
and no less sublime
for the darkness
it has become.

New Moon Haiku

Everything I have
ever loved will become dust,
will become the sea.

May the things I have
seen, never become unseen.
May change come from this.

So many endings,
yet enough life left here to
hold each other up.

Beneath the dark moon,
tell me your deepest truth, and
I will tell you mine.