through the splits
and knots

of sun dried
branches-

helicopters
rain like
acorns,

fleeing to
rest,

grounded-

bared for winter
blankets

pulled over
our

heads.

****

held in hollow
wings

by breath of flame
in corner,

moods of the
room

coat my
back

in thicker
skin-

and sky’s a
dusky
cool-

starkness

of the moment
settling in.

****

a dusting become
bluster

into raging
squall,

oh no not
at all-

if storms
move
in

i’ll send you
packing
with

a pocketful of
blessings,

long before
walls

start
closing in.

Raking Leaves