in the quiet lightof mist morningbirdsong falls like rain condensationleaf gatheredand pouredfor the thirsty,the waiting,the listening – birdsong fallinglike rainfrom the trees.
high summer on a damp air on skin morning i had moved an armchair outside the front door to write because the house was sleeping and the light seeping through leaves impeccable. time passed unmoving while skinless in the warmth of the soft mist morning i could no longer feel where my body ended, where…
and though morning came hot and full and ravens skimmed the blue nothing wings circling the tipping moon pale in the early sky – it was the evening that breathed us, night skin singing sweet with rain.
went out mid shower in the almost dark to shape the flow of water harvested road-side along channels to fill a series of ponds. it had been raining solidly all day. i had not intended to be out long, just enough to check water levels and hear the sounds of night, full with running water…
silent as noon in summer the heat of the day turns sunlight sugar sweet – and fruit begins to ripen around sleeping seed, and we sigh into that silence and settle to the turning of the year.
quiet among the dapples a breeze has come to sway the canopy and stir small birds into busy and chatter – while leaves, dangled spider-silk, twist lazily catching light.
i listen for the sound of their wings on the morning leaning towards their wheeling flight in an infinite sky, but there is nothing but silence and their silvered wings weaving the light of creation.
for now the trees hang full sweet with summer. tomorrow or tomorrow she leaves as daughters must and with her summer too. today we make plum jam, filling the house warm sticky with the knowing of blossoms. storing summer sweet for when autumn quiet blows cool.
today grass on the hill blows soft beneath the sky. small birds bend tall stalks touching seed to beak to earth. back soft to the bones of this place i lie hand to the sun, sinking into skin and soil and worlds upon worlds, thin close we touch them undoing and undone by time.…