tea leaves

like rain through my heart pours
are all my thoughts of yours
dear and far

destination

with extraordinary grace and limited joy
gray spies my trailing dust
red hot sun then blankets of stars
herders and collies greet my advent again

nightmare

as a horse plummeting through the forest
thrashing thought the underbrush
my thoughts are of ceaseless
gentle emotions censured
in nightmares

why

death rubs elbows and shoulders
passing daily by many
but never by me
why

away

perhaps i will die drawing a bird
and take flight soaring above it all

dawn

the mountains snow seduces me
its sun baked ocher palette
is a beckoning siren
of mornings glow

music

light from my room drains
as rain pelted my window panes
each drop a note on the minor scale

fall

like love fall just arrives one crisp morning taking us by surprise
leaves seem as alive as fiery opals backlit by morning sun
its more beautiful than my humble words can capture

charmed

crow winters where she summers
dreaming in thick marshes
of healings and suppers
magic pleases crow

words

you looked up this evening
and saw the moon that
sees me too

tree

maybe a mountain ash i will be
weaving muted scarlet leaves in the wind
hopefully to flutter down to you or to the sea

a wish

i wish i were a flower
a larkspur perhaps
willowy and tall
destined to return in the spring

todays horoscope

yours says you are very gently and affectionate in your home
always striving to add to the happiness of your loved ones
mine says i have no analytical mind but rather survive
with intuitive innate thoughts - what the hell does that mean?
am i a moth?

gone

cobalt blue sinks to palest turquoise
rimmed in gold and orange
winters around the corner
snow on saturday
im lost too