Upon the sinking hour of shadow's roil,
The crowning light still steeps my tongue in brine,
From rheumy eyes that purl past lips to soil,
Lest your citrine sun fall to sapless dwine;
These mordant tears that kiss my fretted cheek
Are squander'd not in spoils of fallow loam,
But bathe the burnished tilth their spring buds seek
Till nectar pools within your golden comb.
With hands of mel, you ply the ochred whorl,
Then draw its leaf cordate 'round welkin's hearth.
Our flow’ring breath; sinks 'midst your damson querl
Of billow'd hair, to ripen in the garth.
My weary brow yields up its moiling sigh,
To crown, in dear repose, your mellow thigh.
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 6:33 PM UTC
Once upon a time need not dwell in dream,
For a rose that dwindles to withered sooth
Knows no pale death in pages' buttered cream,
Where the vellum's canvas distills its youth;
With supple sway, the budding trill and furl
While cadent hands compose the lissome gown,
Our eyes meet o'er the blush of florid pearl
Through twists of berry tea and cloves’ dark crown.
A fervent thrum swells from within swathed tulle
As lustre pours down lips in gloaming whist,
That gilds each slowing turn to labent brool
And floods the hollows of a swooning wrist.
The weeping nacre wrought from heaven's mote
Seals splendor from ache 'gainst your arched, flush throat.
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 7:50 PM UTC
When words are few, I know my heart is bright,
And filled with more than breath alone can give,
It is not that I lack the will to write,
But love this vast needs more than words to live.
So let fields of ten thousand flowers sow,
And yet none bears a fragrance sweet as yours,
Among lilies and daffodils that grow,
My lips press soft to one through garden doors.
Where time is held beyond our waking day,
For love shall dwell forever in your gaze,
In stillness that speaks more than we can say,
My heart's rhythm matching yours in silent phrase.
If a photo holds more than words can store,
Then you, sweet rose, are worth a million more.
Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 10:50 PM UTC
A little sunset...
Dream sweet! the sun sleeps tonight.
A bigger sunrise.
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 11:52 AM UTC
There's something sweet that moves the garden air,
It fills my chest with embers of the sun.
The morning dew clings light as starlit hair,
Upon my face their luster softly spun.
And yet I know the comfort of these hues
That once had led me down to kneel and sow.
The darkened groves beneath the wistful yews
Have loosed me to the place where gardens grow,
Where you, so sweet, compel my voice to sing
With birds that soar along your tower's ledge;
They've carried you within their loving wings,
And clothed your heart with flowers of the hedge.
Beneath the stars my serenade begins,
For you whose roses kissed soft summer skin.
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 6:10 PM UTC
Hear, my love, I bowed at the garden's edge
To tend in waiting, as dew waits for dawn.
That light might guide you to the tower's ledge,
And grace my eyes in beauty that was drawn.
Afraid if I should call out too loudly;
My heart's sole song might fall upon deaf ears.
Once silent, my voice that spoke too softly
May sing in joy knowing it's you that hears.
Not one small candle, not six flames by night:
For many happy lights birth a new day.
If candles hold the wish whispered in sight,
Then close your eyes, and forever I'll stay.
I breathe the garden's love you bring so near,
And listen to the bloom I hold so dear.
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 4:27 PM UTC