Ripening
berries now command the air.

Sleepy
birds winking at the balsamic moon.

 

“Be
soft,” She says,

“Be
more than me.”

 

How
to follow without fear

or
questions

or
answers

or
comments

or
ideas

or
next action.

 

Boats
scattered

around
the dawn-shiny soft lake,

fishing
for compliments.

 

Let
the season transform me

Let
go of green & welcome gold.

 

I
release my fluttering leaves of fear

Along
the late summer autumn wind

to the
soothing earth.

Listening
with my insufficiency

Incompetence and

constipation of words.

 

Hidden
flowers will insist on spring.

 

Do
not let your body season tempt you to inertia.

 

Lean
into me and I will raise you up.

8/06
and 8/09