waxen wings graze
water
as cracks in ice
skitter along
a pond
ripe with
life
yet calm with
cool.
mindfulness
sun splashed a
sidewalk
as my foot stomped
its shadow
in defiance of inertia
and all things left
to slumber.
mothered by
my tears
i’ll embrace
tenderness
and
bear conflict
in all its
masks
and rattling
fists,
until disturbed by
none of
it.
’twas atop the
mountain
winds blew
fiercest,
as we stood
firm
in
nature’s
onslought
to recapture the
courage
we once
forgot.
within winter’s fading
breath
floods a freshness that
turns the
cynic,
sentimental flowers on the tips
of our tongues,
view clear blue sky
for days to
come?
two birds on a
branch
gazing beyond
the limits
of human
desires
and neighborhood
fences,
turn to each
other
while sharing in
stillness.
in delight we
entwine
and drift in
and out
of
dreams
until moonlight
dwindles
and dawn whispers
us awake.
in
becoming,
you’ve shed
debris
and found your
place
despite stark
cold,
growing
cozy
as time gets
old.
only vulnerable
at times
to
you,
eyes wide with
insight
peering through.
i floated over creaky
bridge
like we had in swells
of summer,
where fireflies
with star
shaped
eyes
lead us safely
to its greener side.
hands in the garden 
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