Written amongst trees
Were love letters
Spoken in crevices
Former bud joints.
Written in dried grass
Fallen and blown flat
Mounding and rumpled
Distances still remained.
Written in birds
Soaring up high
Flying in pattern
Collecting in unisen.
Written in biting wind
Words whispered as grace
Heart pointed fleece
Blessed for disguise.
Written in flowing water
Cursing of thy veins
Flowering of all life
Love found in Spring.
Today I watched a vine unravel it’s spine
From around a savory leaf
It lightly lay it’s beating pulse
Upon a trembling leaf
And smiled as it moved up and down
Like a fox on the prowl
I watched the leaf flaunt it’s curve
And bend into the pulse
To which the vine
Gave everything
To curl it’s furthest tip
Which lingered long
About delectably exposed veins
Sliding down to the delicate joint
That held the leaf to the branch
As a suckling lifeline,
And plucked the leaf to devour it.
This is the last draw
The strain on the straw
This is the tipping point
Pulling out of this joint
It wouldn’t have mattered
Had it been said another way
It told me all, as it needed to
I am a warrior, unafraid of you
Judgement has passed on again
Deep within this chain link fence
We battered the souls of the searching one
Wore him down like a beaten son
The wind just blew away
Left us alone here today
Are you afraid, in your little way?
I’m mad, and the killings on
