The onset of Fall’s migratory cries

Elusive like the memory of a dream,
Like invisible currents hiding in plain sight,
Or autumn leaves under white frost,
Is life.
And its inscrutability makes the nearness of you
Feel like a solid wing refusing to ascend
With the onset of Fall’s migratory cries.

Where thoughts become trees

My longing is of a soft dawn
Rubbing its possibilities in my face
And brightening my countenance
With pale yellow light,
Until I reach that place where thoughts
Become trees reaching
For their potential.

Ancestral Prayers

My eyes are open to the songs of wind.
My thoughts echoing the migratory cries of summer
Winding its way home.
The soft chiffon of sky is swaddling the bare black world
As my ears capture the rain of star dust
Nourishing another year’s end
With ancestral prayers.

Thorns of Light

The harshness of your breath has quieted
And settled in hoarfrost.
Your tears have blazed and fallen
Among leaves.
Your clutched hands have grown black wings
And whirled into my shadow.
But I have grown thorns of light
Defending my Evergreen skin
Against the black stains of your fire.
Only the smoke in the folds of your secrets
Refuge through me like left-behind migratory birds
Searching desperately for shelter.