12:12AM

Among the Frozen Leaves

 

 

one remains

cold this night of  freeze and thaw

remembering the 

fall

unaccounted like those of every century

this green, silky, fragrant thing

once thrived

grew green 

believed in light 

thrilled to the surge of rising sap

demonstrated photosynthesis

yearned for the heavens

and in a high wind did touch those nether reaches

almost for certainty

 

but fell,

not yet from the wind 

creeping age

or just the seasons passing

as they do,

but knocked from its little hold 

torn by those delicate attachments

miracles of nature's compelling adhesive

 

a tender stem 

felled in one blow from the boy below

wielding his careless stick

even as she drifted toward him

still hungry in her fall

 

 

 

12:08AM

last bouquet


9:35PM

Out West

11:36PM

Fore Born

it starts in April
the bullfrog calling
your name
to a wood duck across
the graphite-darkened dredge
pond beyond my window,
moon or no moon,
his drum comes
throbbing across
the shifting waters

it begins in October
the wild geese crying
your name
one to another, an interrogatory
beacon in that cold
enclosing mist,
exhausted they circle,
calling out for their own
rest under the night on
these small waters

it begins in July
the Kingfisher inquiring
about you
he cocks his head and calls
to me across the balcony
In fierce indigo notes
i cannot answer and he scoffs
holds the light and dives
dining on silver in our
summer waters

it began in December
a raven in the snow
finds me repeatedly
in unquiet speech
from fence post
or hill or naked pine
his approach
incrementally fierce and restless,
laughing, to tell me
about you
smoothing his blue-black wing
he smiles and with
one iridescent feather
bestows his Corbid blessing

at first it seemed only natural.
but tonight I wonder:
how do all the birds know your name?

9:34AM

Hidden Lives

A whole village of little creatures lifting to Spring and speaking quietly together in the middle of Downtown Boise.