the roses are sleeping
beneath the blanket of leaves the wind
has knitted and ripped from the trees.
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numina
how You bend the universe
to meet me where i least expect it —
syzygy
i glanced out the window
into the night
and chanced to glimpse the crescent moon
the Sower of the stars
father Abraham was promised a son. but
remember — sarah laughed. can new things come from an
old body? can life spring forth from what is dead?
incense
the sap oozes from the fresh cut to the fir, perfuming our fingers with its wild, spicy scent
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this morning the sun
streaked the sky with ruby wonder —
but i went back to bed
tethered
is it a chain or
a root that holds us here; is
it fear or just love?
root & leaf
these leaves had roots once.
this sheaf was a forest
(or a tree)
and birds nested
in its branches,
squirrels cannoned
from limb to limb
with death-defying grace.
the distance between
on june 23, 2013,
one of the flying wallendas
crossed the grand canyon
on a tightrope,
fifteen-hundred feet
above the river
running along the bottom.
i suppose you have trees
the evening sun set the oak leaves glowing
like bronze against the still-blue sky,
and i wished i could show you
how beautiful it was, could explain
why i wished i could show you.