Queen flash and dip
Goddess curry
hurried little birds
early morning
sunlight reach
arms out bare leaf
to Spring flowering fruit tree
they sing excitedly
warm themselves
as undone
as the bulb angels too
clung muffles
held against
Winter leaving
tiny trumpets
reaching where violins live
{inner movement outer movement encapsulated
by chopping the metaphor into meted twos and
calling it a love seat or more aptly love's beat}
she said it most certainly does
i spun myself into her miller's daughter's wheel
eyes found gold, illusory
given value beyond a smile
the rain said to the tree
wait awhile then shade
the mosses and keep
the frogs alive
she went to write
grimoires, armoires
and endeavors
and i went wile
wild smile
tending fire inside
an earthen hearth
eons waded
cradled again
here we are
a book being written
bitten with Winter
a window tide
pressed against it
time, is felt fibers
meshed a coming dawn
still asleep
while i sip coffee
black as hair
before sunlight
catches me enough
to be combed in too
EJR ©
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