Tuesday, January 8, 2013

my heart is moved

















You are the color
that paints this morning
It is spring and I am gulping new air

You are words
that decorate my heart
It is spring and I miss You so much

You are intuitive movement
tenderly showing me sky and stillness
It is spring and I am rising from dirt

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

2013




my fingerprints are your lines
patterns of you
my hope
ingrained and swirling

help me look 
for you
everyday.