clears the words so, like full cocoons they split and flutter off.
Morning earth makes small gestures
moist fragrant whispers dance persistently in my breast.
The sun holds it’s majesty between my eyes
and purple blossoms……hazy winter…..
What IS this morning saying to me?
What IS this dewy touch I feel
in my throat
….on my tips…fingers and toes?
Like camphor perfume, dappled snakes and river water
green and open.
Garden music parts my heart and droplets of lightening glass smile
like freckles in the sand.