The next three months are an end of a season and I wonder who will be her Winter Solstice celebrant instead of Me.
I saw a personal favorite photo of my Beloved, of our first vacation together and it was her April birthday up at the Ferguson Cabin in Clayton County Georgia. That little detail (her birthday that weekend) was a major fact left out. I snapped picture after picture of her (as I did throughout our walkContinue reading “filmica”
30 days hath september april, june and november from what summer did we have, now winter did it any of it ever take place any of it i wonder it was a dream perfect realism i was awake but briefly belabored breathing climbing to the top was it real was it real was it realContinue reading “her hands”
where is my Queen Leah now i am forsaken it is possible that the stars and moon and shapes of the world are behind the pine trees and the old oak in vines and the dogwoods are sleeping in the dark too somebody let off a stream of fireworks sizzling and popping that stopped atContinue reading “the tempest”
I feel Fall and am compelled to her, haphazardly, clumsily. Beyond August into coolness, peace – a blameless place. September brings with it cooler mornings and yellows, golds, reds and browns and the kudzu is fading down off the Pines it has strangled with vines. October my birthday and birthday anniversaries galore and on toContinue reading “Fall”