the depth of winter
as wide as soul’s icy heart.
the dark without blaze.
Archives for September 2017
lightly rich
autumnal riches.
the glimmering gold of sun.
my life’s rich delight.
burning down the house
the bountiful earth
with green plants medicinal.
and they burn them down.
we remember
we only exist
in the memories of love.
death cannot hold us.
prickly why
in the black coal night
the universe spies on us.
white light pricks the sky.
life speed
on the black tarmac
life’s mysteries are written.
past thrumming rubber.