Wednesday, January 27, 2016

chase the day

melting bone chasms pungent
dripped in the jupiter sun
all lies in shade and late-winter-rustle
ripeness waiting
darkness
timed to the tilt and yawn of earth
                                              moon
distance nearness everything pieced--parceled
to fit in my small hands
                                      washed dried
feel the fade of day
with the snow white towel
winter wears itself in the vines of hours
we hold as paradise .....