Friday, January 18, 2013
Desire lies down with the day
and the evening owl wakes
to their racing heartbeats
near the window. The child
in you dreams sweetly,
all day you mind mapping,
Now you condense into a ball
and let the world orbit and go wild.
ignoring branches of trees that slap
the roof in the dark.
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Trees lean to see their shadows,
Hairy leaves sway, outside my window,
Their limbs stand curled on mottled clouds before sunset,
Evening rolls on their own feet,
The distinct belt of colorful sky,
white, black, brown, and hazel,
Hungry for sweet smelled apple pie,
and stars twinkle to sing their soft appraisal.