curl, wind:
or wind over me—
but closing and hinging
on this bluer softness,
over the wending,
wooden handles:
curl, wind.

—dreamed and
still (it leavened and dimmed, to sea:
anymore?  —

—wrapped and
lamenting (it folded and hushed, to be:
evermore? —

—warmed and
quailing (it reddened and shallowed, and she:
nevermore? —

interred into islands
i ached for your
icicles

and rained.

encoded in
the warmer corners
of pocketed, petalled fields,
blossoms push through earth and mud,
whirl through air and clouds and sky

like you, they
bloomed with the stars and

like you, they
withered with the snow.

she was a heron,flying
under pale,
)
blackened fields of reeds

she was a mallard,floating
under pale,
)
overcast fields of green.

“sway, sunlight,”she pined,
“stay”.

spinning, you were
the same heart beating—

but dissonant: your eyes wandered
over

when you

smiled:
the dark fell away in waves,
your heart still hid away.

reflective in
reflections: sad,
you said, greens and blues,
sad, you wondered,
like a ribbon

i felt you too—
pale greens,
fading blues)