Callused and painful
I’ve lost Eagle
Blown in the wind
It went so high
Into the sky
Upon a new mission,
Found a gliding wing
And left me here;
Eagle gone free.
It found me on
One cold night
In Northern Ontario
Blew in on a cold gale
Upon the torn up and buggered banks
Of Huron in a golden hour.
Like a mystic thought gone,
Eagle and me
Our fond memory.
Push me now.
Ok.
Hug me like I’ve been wisdom
At a town hall meeting
In a critical assembly.
Let me fall into icy cold waters
Of a running, Northern creek
As crystals form delicately
On outstretched branches of trees.
Ok.
We are one.
What makes it easy?
Tied down like a northern sunset
Whispering softly at the moon.
Is it grass curls
That itch my yearning soul
Into an excited pit of
Frenzied loco-motion?
Or is the slow, unfurling
Heartbeat of Gaia’s necromancing
A long, sensual touch
From mine elbow to mine tips?
I whisper willows
As aging furrows
My easy, evermore.
Winter wears it’s colors proudly in this city
Fighting white with tropical greens
Peering around every West-Coast corner
Drab gray peaks and arches
Occasionally peak out from behind foggy haze
Curling around
Northern mountains
Leaving otherwise black vistas
With an icing-sugar like pose
After cold arctic winds
Blow off those quiet days
Maybe not everyday
But on the days it does
You look and smile and reach out
To say hello
As flower petals fall in the autumn
And rain drops drip from browning leaves
My love fades away into distance I’m away
And I lose my life
Dwindling softly around northern wind
Chilling my bundling tighter to me
Autumn caressing my heart
Decay sits around patiently