almost together
white drops yellow
little bits of time
off beat seasons
float clouds fall
pieces, pieces letting
go, windy teardrops
autumn rain, hush
the leaving, bareness
grips broken air
cold returns truth
gone, can’t hold on
falling apart
color
speaks
its own words
Sun grew as flower grew as me.
Rays that stretched and reached,
pushed through the wormy earth
to climb on stemmed leg. We drank falling
water and embraced warm. Nights,
we faded, rested silently, to be
re-born at dawn. When at last we opened,
our faces turned to one,
flower, me, sun.
Talking to the Clouds 