Icicles

Think of you
and shaddowy snows melt
icicles drop
Hanging from darkness
deeply thickening
to intricate thought
Has been frought
will not fight
must cannott
I hear your breath
feel your size
of humanness
in tender holding
my mind wants
to sweep itself clean
for your arrival
-visiting wind
brilliant spot.

Monday, March 24, 2008

poem for a friend
Think of you
and shaddowy snows melt
icicles drop
Hanging from darkness
deeply thickening
to intricate thought
Has been frought
will not fight
must cannott
I hear your breath
feel your size
of humanness
in tender holding
my mind wants
to sweep itself clean
for your arrival
-visiting wind
brilliant spot.