this morning the coral tree is swarmed by white-eyes burying heads in giddy blooms up to their shoulders, gossiping and calling and laughing to one another, loud with first light – no time to wait for sunrise.
today we lift a glass to his living walk the paths we had imagined together, a morning pilgrimage to greet the garden now you are just showing off he would say if he saw today’s poppies dropping paper casings unfolding yellow petals amongst an exuberance of vygies on his birthday – not that his…
with limbs like silver snakes coral tree holds its buds to the sun petal by petal catching fire crisp cool on winter mornings. there is no un-remembering once we have remembered what we try to forget sunbird jewel bright on bare branches will sip the nectar sing the day call the winter sun to my…
first call of spring did i expect perfection that first evening of spring when the red chested cuckoo called me outside to see the evening star in a salmon sky – clear and still horizon to hilled horizon where all but he held its breath while his song fell from the trees. second call…
if i am going to share your shadow share your awakening then let me taste you. let me know your unraveling in spring from the scent it left on your skin. let me ache with the cold of ocean in your bones and the warmth of granite boulder pressing into the arch of your…