A Winter's Morn

Long blue shadows split
by crystal daggers,
sharp lines pressed against a pale blue sky -
laid bare for the grace
of nature to clothe in veils of white
that glitter like the diamonds
of the newly betrothed.
For nature is itself betrothed
to a promise -
a promise of longer days and new beginnings
second chances that masquerade as firsts,
and the beauty that always comes
with the promise of new life.

Who Am I?

I am a splash of purple
a shock of auburn against the dark
blazing as an ember lighted by the very
elements
that defy each other
fire
and water
I am a flower
turning to open her
petals to the sun
a radiant red
never satisfied
I am the one
who is not afraid
to fly.

Alice Danced

Tiny prints
marks of a faerie foot
flirting with the wind

Untamed and ethereal
on an eddy of air
when she took you captive

bound your heart in whispers
of precious gems
that fell from your melody
and such

caught you by the hair and the heartstrings
and pulled you in without
a protest

your jasper to her onyx
your lion to her lynx
and such was the way

like so...
And so was the way
Alice danced.

Dark Red Words

dark red words
not spoken by me
a fire lit by circumstance
fueled and fanned by fury

To tame it within
I press play and listen
to the dark red words
not spoken by me

Alice would have danced.

A Snowy Winter Day

a slanted light
a silver kiss
a frozen smile...the touch
of winter lips
upon my skin

A scent, a whisper
a long-forgotten moment
washed up on the shores of memory
and psyche...torturous
and calling.
Do I answer?