no mere
patina of grace;
well-worn aves

a bird cocks its head
at nothing — within this hush
a priest breaks the bread

farflung night
a morepork mantles
a cold egg

farflung stars
darkness mantles me
in its wings

morepork,
keep watch with me
through ancient light

kite flying
I strain beyond
my words

ancient one,
your voice too sounds 
of cicadas

gracing
a patina of grace
a stain marks
the loss

night wind —
the sound of light
on the wick

waxing moon —
my shadow lingers
over hers

park bench—
yesterday's warmth
old news

overhead
galaxies swamped
in equations

 

step by step
our paths merge together
as water and wine . . .
in these unplanned moments
we sip eternity

cattails Premier Edition - January 2014
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leaf by leaf
a lilac emerges
in birdsong . . .

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