Thursday, April 02, 2009

IV

She watched the stars
Through boughs burdened
Low by glistening leaves
Ready to let go

Crystal dagger icicle
heartbeat drops fall on snow
splashing razor thin lines
In circles

Slick sheets
Require baby steps
Elusive searching
For solid ground

Gusts kick up
Change and debris
Skidding across worlds
To young abodes