Monday, October 30, 2006

snapshots

I saw a photo today
a dragonfly clinging
to a stalk of fern, neatly
hidden in summer fans.

I wonder what artist
sought to secure
her in repose.

I think of you,
how your lens captures
a world I would not know
but for your hands.

Mornings blanketed
beneath ginger mist,
diaphanous film
floating through trees,

a honey bee hovering
over cobalt blooms.
I want to frame

the chrysoprase frog
resting in the corner
of a green window rail
and hang it above our bed.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

destination Maggie Valley

I am unfamiliar these days.
Mostly now I stir
before light slants
through slender blinds

The warmth of your body
ebbs with wakefulness
and for a moment I float
between dream and hunger.

Sunrise forms an orb
where splashes of passion
fruit roll over the Rockies,
spill and fill the valleys
in an ardent eastward run.

on seraphim and dragonflies

seraph and dragonfly

together
we are
ten wings
soaring




dragonfly and seraphim

how humble this universe
where even the angels can’t soar
without our earthly smallness
without the wings of a dragonfly




dragonfly to seraph

how vast this heaven
I would not wing
but for your fire



seraphim and dragonfly

alight on the ether
a single wing’s breath
fires the stars
fires divinity




seraph’s fire

emblaze by breath
this fall of stars
it is your light
I sacralize