love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness; the truth more first than sun, more last than star… ~e.e. cummings

i recognise your words i have touched them as if my hands once held them i recognise the clay of their forming i look for you without looking i sing your name with each trembling note of the night you rest in my soul

if i close my eyes to feel the blue gold of sky a small bird singing winter morning melody a gentle smile on the wind

i sing to you… as breeze strokes the quiet and wind whispers its secrets in blue shadows and soft songs i sing to you… as night remembers the distance between silence and the silver light of morning on river ice

wide open sky unfolds its wings…a smile gleams without shadows falling i hold your heart, each beat a song , an intimate flame painting the night ablaze

i breathe in midnight  winter shivers thru the trees in moonlight shadows sentient, the forest waits ebony in deepest shadow a quicksilver sky, a shimmer noetic night…infinity of stars

like the blue man in the chagall just hold me a yellow moon trees of flowers we hover in jewelled colours as if angels

sunlight and shadow a whisper, warm on my neck the taste of your smile to be loved like a song and held in the arms of the wind

breath of wind, cloud of white draped in moonlight darkness, a chill at my back i sing to the silence the silver soundlessness of snow falling on snow

she sings to the night string and cedar warm her heart wind softening its howl to the echo of a whisper her spirit gathers kindling and minutes fall like stars

in silent white snow curled like a nutshell this shelter among trees... air tasting of cold, woodfire sun rose, white, moonlike in a flame too hot to hold colour it bled the sky red orange... bold brushstrokes, to paint the dawn

the sky hung low bruised clouds against the tips of pines she stirred dreams into her tea with honey sang her blue words dancing, long skirts trailing and the wind wept all her tears

you are the song of my soul... be here with me by the moon deep sea and all the shining stars

cold blue air and the silver sound the river makes when she cries his hand…warm as a star

there were deer silent in the trees… she watched the moon rest in their eyes, golden the sky…like glitter dust clean washed with cold on her lips…a taste of snow

she watches heaven drift across the sleeping fields… trees in haloed light as the minutes fall like stars

her words are adrift in the colours of him... the soft sultry blue of a wind blown sky aubergine shadows amber, ochre, tourmaline deep silver cloud in the arms of a storm #poetry

such a tender sky white lace…a gentle falling the purpled shadows play her a love song as soft as the whispering wind

snowflakes like winter moths still dance graceful...adagio a sunbeam, a prism silence...a song

my touch to your face a song a symphony of stars until a kiss lights the night

and the morning ran with a whisper of white wind high to the hilltops #haiku

deep blue shadow unbuttoning the wind desire, a soft warm sound

on the other side of the wind the moon sings and night is a gentle river music trembles in an agony of song

firelight dancing in the forest of her hair  eyes filled with stars  she walked crooked lanes  through wild times her heart a steady drum #poetry

shadowed, the hilltop winter songbirds rest quiet dusk follows me home #haiku

silence, who heals you blue hands of winter carve your shadow each star glistens in its aloneness

your love is a kiss in shadow the hollow of your palm holds my heart

softly silver as crisp and sweet as an apple... morning unfolds me

snowflakes like winter moths still dance graceful...adagio a sunbeam, a prism silence...a song

candle dance the tick-tick gentle of the clock an indigo sky… i watch the snow celestial as it falls and softly so

stillness iced in white an echoing peal of bells morning call to pray #haiku

my river slows trees collect old things their falling leaves, feathers from the pilgrimage of passing wings the earth turns quietly i hear the geese… groves that once sang ballads are humming hymns rain shivers on my skin brittle leaves dance the wind

early morning hours frozen rain shimmers the trees a silver silence #haiku

love is more thicker than forget more thinner than recall... it is most mad and moonly and less it shall unbe than all the sea which only is deeper than the sea it is most sane and sunly and more it cannot die than all the sky which only is higher than the sky ~ ee cummings

i ache from my heart in this wilderness thick with pine where wolf howls and cardinal calls echo for their mates #poetry

a trail ascending into the hands of the wind   molten silver sky i rest quiet, still on stone river below...a whisper #tanka

the bones of books the chair that beckons into its arms thoughts of you untying every heartstring the leaves beyond collecting in the birdbath floating bronzed atop their likeness waiting for the call to lift and fly away #poetry

gentle thoughts every falling leaf a poem... #haiku

she watches heaven drift across the sleeping fields… trees in haloed light as the minutes fall like stars

love between us is speech and breath. loving you is a long river running ~ sonia sanchez

under the ballgown of the willow, they crept stretched beneath the fretworked shelter scattered with geometric light cuttings dropped from a paper sun shifting on faces, tickling skin their secrets shaken into the breeze by the whispering leaves…as they slept ~ helen laycock

sun warm, wild sweet amethyst  blackberries...  and you, as near  as every thought  #tanka

russet, amber, smoke cinnamon, apples and sage green river laughing wind twisted pine and dark fir days like a kiss or a prayer #tanka

blackbirds hover...listen  my soft steps through fallen leaves. leave no footprints quiet as the deer drinking from the brook invisible as a breeze through the arms of elms

soft wild grass feathers sunflower, purple thistle  echoing thunder   a gentle dance of raindrops  as treetops sway to the wind #tanka

topaz haze sleepy river in the sun a drift of geese soft hymn of bees #tanka

a trail ascending into the hands of the wind   molten silver sky i rest quiet, still on stone river below...a whisper #tanka

swirls of paint and brush  a shadowed pond, deeply green  cattails, golden brown  of sundown blue, dusky mauve  darkly opal autumn sky... #tanka #poetry

brushed in cobalt silver night descends a marbled smudge trees rest in shadow delicate and dark on my bookshelf in rose coloured glass a flame aglow in some soft way may your every hour be touched by love #haiku #tanka

she watches heaven drift across the sleeping fields… trees in haloed light as the minutes fall like stars