1
Pale clumps of grass in shallow soil
cold winds out of the south for hours
and in the afternoon high clouds
white books that drift across the sky
wild birds like words sung into flight
a stand of trees in silhouette
the slant roof of a sleeping house
dipped in the deep blue ink of midnight
on the razor’s edge of dawn
faint rainbow light bleeds from the wound
surf music sighing through the pines
blank pages fluttering like leaves
whirled without end
2
like breath on glass
what the bright knife writes
on a distant peak in the winter sun
. . . up where the air has turned to ice . . .
in a storm of
snowflakes blowing
past
3
a body made of feeling flesh
mind to inquire and heart to know
a hothouse filled with summer flowers
frost melting on the ground outside
a hothouse in a silent world
shone through by wishes and desires
transparent sentences
calm thoughts
and footprints on an empty lawn
and tall trees tossing in the wind
like seaweed swaying in a rock pool
as the tide comes in.
