The Nurturing Reminder
Just east of the Tennessee uplands,
beams of shine pierce through the haze -
illuminating the blue ridge of the Appalachians.
Amongst the blue there is a ring of purple;
Florets raying from a coneflower –
dimming from the slow decay of rebirth;
from the landing after leaping.
It draws from the land of spring,
reaching deep with roots of cord and wire.
Draining tools and nourishment,
borrowing from the country but not taking from it;
for when spring has sprung and coiled,
the tools shall be returned.
Likewise we shall draw, not with roots,
but from roots, that which is returned.
In this way I will extract from you,
because you have cultivated with failed love.
Not only returning what you took,
but leaving more then you borrowed.
And so I bloom with you to empower,
Drawing from a phantom kiss -
lingering on me as a flower.
Don’t Worry, Love is Here in All it’s Glory
A winter cold unlike before
I’ve never felt so warm.
shivers signal an embrace of friction
I’ve never felt so at home.
I’ve admired December sunsets
but never quite like this
concealing light reveals crimson dusk
of the Sonoran Desert.
I’m overwhelmed by monarchs
the eerie chill of their numbers
the swarm swiftly rises to the ceiling
I’m surrounded by that feeling.
