Free

She loves a bird and calls him Free

he sees her skies

and winds churning clouds

She hears his heart

before he flies

Free

 

A fall in winter

after a fall the snow softens with winds covering
remember frozen hands
a face laughing loud in silence
I sleep maybe its a dream
a rabbit scampers by
footprints following
time

Winter Light

The sun is setting. The moon is fading. I heard a bird singing, saying,

and your face is in shadow,

but the hawk I like was quiet, on a branch, almost hidden in the middle of a tree,

and winter on the ground, 

it becomes a light, lightness, life, even on a horizon

carry it on a shoulder, 

take it home.

In the Snow

In the Snow