Farewell February

February has been a month of quiet reflection, transformative events and farewells. The newness of life has settled and a pattern has emerged.

Favorite spots have been picked and morning walks have turned into poetry.

Dreams are talking loudly while people are whispering. The world remains beautiful despite violent outbursts of tyrants and conspirators.

Birds swim towards temptation and the sea curls into itself and soon it will be spring again and white feathers will carry hope and push us gently over the edge into gold and summer.

Yesterday’s Last Kiss


Could I lie once more
in the breathing brooks
of twilight dim
and fill my heart
with each haunted place
I saw upon your lips
I would walk again
through winds of dreams
as though I was a ship
a’blow, adrift
to the shore
of yesterday’s last kiss