With cloudy bliss,
I write to the trails of doves and butterflies
And the beat of the peeking sun, warming the dark crevices
Of my cryptic soul.
Wearing fatal sandals,
I mourn with a handkerchief
Winter has passed away, but
Maternal glaciers are stubborn witnesses
Orchestral evergreens shelter the
Offspring I’ve raised here
Spider and sparrow and the like
Love doesn’t kill children.
My ground is impermeable, but it holds
The remnants of life ancient to the ignorant
Trials never spoken and never forgotten
I have flown without direction
Though eight eyes watched deadly sin.
Memories--the rhythm of my hand synchronizes
With the slippery breeze
And the insect tells the ice,
“Surrender, light shines through.”
Casting shadows from the webs of lies
And exposing fallen feathers
Rather than bloody claws
Remember the murdered wife?
Retreating to Hades,
Pious frost will bow to forest fires
“You have been exposed,”