february 7 am

 

morning breaks soft

snowlit expanses glowing in the dawn

light reflected in pastels unencumbered

by green

               winter still holding breath waiting

spring abides deep

in the watercolor memory

 

i hunger

for those Slashing reds, Exhibitionist purples

Demanding sunwashed flights of rainbows

               shattered, scattered

anywhere the eye can see

 

those wealthy shades

of summer goldening the afternoon

redolent of honey and valerian

               drunken vanilla scent fills heart’s eye

 

sharp spike of earthrich aroma

sweet and foul

memories from before birth

fertile foetid miasma surrounding me

breeds all life

               climbs inside and opens, opens

stop my breath in summer!

i will waft out into that pregnant air

 

spirit dream sustenance

               enough yet awhile

winter’s cold hands

the icy mouth of her Wanting

not done with me yet

 

 

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