"armspan" poems
Moon,
drench me in December.
Feed me the briar,
Trail the icicles of gravity
down my spine.
Ground me in this
hardened
dormant soil.
Give me witch hazel flowers
sprouting from my hair.
Adorn me with Yule's gown
of brown
and gray.
Speckle my eyes with
Mercury's shadow,
Give me Owl's voice,
Crow's rigid
wing.
Bejewel my crown of dried
Oak leaves
With Taurus' red eye
Aldebaran,
Beetlejuice, and Andromeda's
armspan.
Embellish me with a solemnity
of solitude
So that my soul can sing
in these hours
of renewal.
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC
The bitter chills of winter
Seem little more than a breeze
Within you
Silence of the waning day
Serenity of the cooling night
Warm breath on the nape of my neck
A warm soul in my armspan
Where scattered pieces of life
Become whole
The shining smile that I love
Not so much about the upturned lips,
on a beautiful face.
Rather, the light in your eyes
The glow.
How love within reaches out to your soul
and in its delicate voice
it whispers.
How it heals us so sore from the world,
With every whisper, every hint of light
Peace finds its way in our corner of the world.
Jan 6, 2011
Jan 6, 2011 at 11:25 AM UTC