I Float, I Fall

I Float, I Fall


Snow falls repeatedly
in a weekly pattern,
covering over.

Clearing away,
small areas
reveal themselves,
then the falling again.

I fell from the stars,
all is foreign,
I am always homesick,
but trying to pay attention,
to why I’m here.

Beauty keeps me
in its spell,
my soul
floats to earth,
and gathers,
mystical white.

It clears a little
and something
is revealed,
something is discovered
underneath.

Somewhere flowers bloom,
the stars twinkle,
I float, I fall.

Winterwoods

Winterwoods

I seek you out in sorrow
you are deeply brown
with shades of purple
set against deep gray.

Here I am.
What shall I be?

In sorrow is joy, you say,
Earth is a rich
but burrowing thing,
Brandenburg concertos
play behind:
that is winter.

Winterwoods
I am more
than what I can do.
Let me just stand here
and breathe you.