Harvest Moon
I combed my fingers
through corn silk hair
picking watermelon
kisses
and the breeze
rippled
the deep pools
of liquid
flesh
intoxicating
as chardonnay. Continue reading
Harvest Moon
I combed my fingers
through corn silk hair
picking watermelon
kisses
and the breeze
rippled
the deep pools
of liquid
flesh
intoxicating
as chardonnay. Continue reading
The Tree of Love
You are my dance
I am your feet
waltzing our smiles
that kiss and greet Continue reading
What remains
of the apples
is cider
and the deer.
The north
is storming Continue reading
Painting by Richard Rensberry
May your heart sing like the mockingbird, lilting
bright as the monarch in the marigolds, red
as the blood of the Indian paintbrush
flourishing at the gate to the orchard, happy Continue reading
Painting by Richard Rensberry
Summer Love
We clasped hands and slipped away
with the horses down the lane
into the meadow. Red-winged blackbirds
held chorus in the cattails Continue reading