the window to my right all fallen broken busted the sun shines in
I sit in grief it is all breaking down my strength
the scattered pieces too much to pick back up
all shattered on the floor
shimmering like diamonds once again
I can't bear
to left look again I am too scared
that that window too will
fall and break my heart
again.

Silver drops of rainwater released by the breeze , pecan grove orchestras , fortuitous hardwood melodies , a needed moment of serendipity
Petrichor melding with Pine
Pools of piedmont wine
Shrilling jays , a curious crow , afternoon rays
paint turned gardens with yellow and gold
Boiling gray mountains rumble away to the east
The return of solace and songbird pleasantry* ..

seems I must write of star beams
and moon glow
when i want to write
of your elbow
your nails
how feminine and gorgeous
the turn of your thigh inward to
the place the space sacred
our place
shared alone
your neck arched
your earlobe in  my mouth
my chest on your breast my hand upon your sigh
our arches met
with cries