What’s a word worth?
If a daffodil
So golden
What’s a word worth?
If a daffodil
So golden
dogs cough and sheep retreat
holier than thou is an ugly look
I can remember once reading in a book
that truth must stand on the lightless streets
Yesterday’s history overstoning the past
Memory smoke in the breeze
curtains half-closed thick summer heat
sweat and heart and blood through veins
vision blurs
all endings are open
stamp
click
sudden flash of eye
red black
warm darkness
sharing
not daring
secrets
our truth
orange blossom
on river breeze
you fill my lungs
my heart
I love you
when the sun shines
when the air on my tongue
needles like bursting ice bubbles
and all other times of the year
live gentle together
sing my soul
sublime crescendo
The pairs of footprints began in parallel
Sometimes overlapping in the overnight snow
I traced them across the dips and hollows
From where I stood next to the hilltop tree
On the last ascent to the cliff edge they parted
Until they each disappeared alone
I watched and waited until the last light faded
And the snow returned and covered the tracks