i wake at dawn the weight of the day before me curled up tightly on my floor as soon as my feet touch hardwood the day wraps in shackles around each ankle i wake at dawn the sun begs me to remember that golden love drenched warmth is ahead the sounds of the people teetering…

i focus on the whippoorwill instead of the low hanging clouds that nearly kiss the earth i let my body float in the mournful calling pleading to be less alone to find love among the fury and rage of the world i will my body to forget it’s flesh and bone entrapment yet the gravity…

where the tender shoots once came up in curiosity from the long winter from impossible parched earth though the days were often darker than night it seems something survived something that grows thick and hardy covered in an armor of thorns crowned by such firey softness something that waited until the moon was fat and…

on a walk yesterday i walked right up to a sea of lavender the sun was running it’s rays through those purple locks and the breeze lifted their fragrance to me i saved the image in my mind for you tied it in ribbons and bows because one day you will be my age and…