sometimes she watched a doe nuzzle its fawn in the early hours of forest and she hid herself away like a clouded moon with her hand in the dirt her face where butterflies bob

we, a sunrise smile before the first rain your heart in my heart i woke, with a dream before we became the day just to hold you near i open blue eyes you and your faraway arms silver sky trembles

powerful in the hands of evening wayward shadows weep blue songs this whisper of night is not the moon it is my heart singing softly in the rain  i fell in love with you on a summer night when your smile danced into my heart

moonlight and soft tide drift in so slowly brushing the shore with gentle whispers we undo the night one layer at a time and when you tell me i am loved…i become moonlight and soft tide

" the milk of human kindness" #7SyllableSentence

if i close my eyes to feel the blue gold of sky a small bird singing #haiku

you were there, in the trees before the hand of the mountain closed into a fist as hard as rock you were there, while drops of white rain twinkled in the wind afternoon picked up her skirt and splashes fell to the ground you ran alongside my strides a warm glow in the gathering haze

if you stand next to me you will hear the sound of rain weeping in its darkness if you hold me to your heart you will hear clocks whisper in the black slate of night if you call my name, i will come and dreams will fall from my mouth like songs woven with stars

we, a sunrise smile before the first rain your heart in my heart i woke, with a dream before we became the day just to hold you near i open blue eyes you and your faraway arms silver sky trembles

in these hands of evening tall shadows weep sad songs darkness is the moon’s wife filling the heavens with night delphinium blue, eyes of stars my sky is every shade of you i search in the deep of dark places on the surface of time in whispers, moments of silence you are the voice of the wind

i see the shape of spring creeping over the mountain as shadows dance beyond the sun you touch me like sky stillness, a moment larger than silence wind, a sudden friend

when sky is falling sorrow walks the streets  spreading like blood  into fingertips of wind… my crying words falter silence becomes my voice trees bend low, shadows paint the blue black of night

if you stand next to me you will hear the sound of rain weeping in its darkness if you hold me to your heart you will hear clocks whisper in the black slate of night if you call my name, i will come and dreams will fall from my mouth like songs woven with stars

with every breath i give the moonlight you come to me and dust the shadows of my heart with fingertips and song

her soul is made of blue stars her song is in the cold wind in the fold of forest, where alphabets of stars gleam in the thorn of night

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

she loves in this house poems are born here curled into corners painted with song a warm golden place sheltered by pines where sun melts into the walls…and stays

winter night snow fall sky clean with cold her warmth a gift under the eyes of stars beautiful in silence he is every colour of north wind and fire he carries storms under his skin, and she loves him wildly as a fox does the moon

alone in a wilderness of words unbuttoning thought from the unknown language of a winter bird’s chatter morning unfolds... blue white swallowed in soft shadow a breath of time, a sigh tears collect in a crying wind morning stillness…transparent the gently falling snow

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

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