water
touch face
reflection
eyes

hands in earth
soil of
mother
still damp
rains have fallen
again
to stay here
maybe
but no
seasons will turn

the sky folds of gray

light in patches

it might be dawn

it could be dusk

to return

a decision

eyes too quick

to answer

what was

now no longer

sun burns off
morning fog

i drink tea
and watch

today i will
paint the ceiling

it is a perfect
day for that

i can’t help
but dream of summer

the taste of humidity
on skin

but for now
i have tea to sip

and a ceiling
to paint

next year
i think to myself

i’ll taste humidity
on skin

 

night’s here
warm blankets
my body
& returning once
again

a still house
i wait
then you come

i tune the strings of my guitar

they resonate

almost perfect

now

there is something sweet

here

an empty house

and a melody

slightly

out of tune

 

fingertips
just touching now

no longer
the heat of summer

i awake to dusk

all is silver

gentle movement

the flutter

of an eye