She’s Not A Lady

House of Heart

Winter does not empathize
with withered branches
or displaced birds fleeing waves of
of frozen breath.
Her howling wind is a laugh out loud and
she hasn’t the grace to cover her mouth.
A tease of holly and evergreen
flicker at the curve of billowed thighs,
glistening folds of hallowed mounds
drift in other worldly sighs
ensnared in her exquisite binds.

Silence--by-Karol-Bak[1]

art by Karol Bak

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forest song

Alone here,
I can hear the chatter of anxious birds. The wind and rain have shredded their nests. A sudden flight of wings fill wispy petals of clouds passing over.
Wandering further beneath the tall pines I hear their creaking branches stretch like old bones. Needing to be heard, the brittle crunch of leaves beneath my feet make their sound.
A White tail deer watches warily from a grassy knoll, his majestic antlers in silhouette against the splintered rays of sunset. My breath is but a whisper in this sacred place that offers everything and asks for nothing.

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art by Lazada Philipine

Winter Song

Happy Thanksgiving!

House of Heart

I’ll be taking a short break,  meanwhile this is my winter song for you.

The sun has lost its domain

snow birds shroud its light.

A handful of starlings quiver on

bare branches so  fragile in fixed feathers

they could fit in the palm of a hand.

Suspended  in frozen breath they sing

for the reach of an outstretched hand

clinging to a red-tailed kite floating

above  fields  of  wildflowers

in full bloom.

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First Snow Fall

Beautiful!

Dennis Cardiff

 

snow

 

white flakes
(like eider-down)
flutter from heaven
collect on tree branches
hedges and shrubs

like your kisses
soft and sensuous
they caress my cheeks
brush my lips
burst on my tongue

they blanket all
leaving the path
an untouched virgin,
a wonderland
of mystery

all traces
of my coming
have disappeared
making me question
am i here
at all?

 

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Song of Seasons

Hold me in  fleeting hours

while we are beautiful and wild

winged creatures drinking from the

night  as honeysuckle

is sustained by the  sun and rain.

Stay  when summer departs and the

garden sips at tears pooled in

the irides of  our eyes.

Lie down with me in winter when the

birds hold their song

tiny skeletons of  hollow bone

indifferent to the cold.

For you my lips are   petals

reminders  of lost flowers.

If  you do not return

but fly on  to distant gardens

my body will seek shelter

beneath the feathers of tongueless birds.

House of Heart

Song of seasons

Halt mich fest in flüchtigen Stunden
den schönen und wilden,
unser Fleisch ist voll und reif, geflügelte Wesen
saugen die Nacht auf, Jelängerjelieber,
die von Sonne und den Regen gespeiste.
Bleib, wenn der Sommer vergeht und der
Garten vom Lächeln nippt,
das aus der Iris deiner Augen blitzt.
Lieg bei mir im Winter, wenn die
Vögel zu singen einhalten,
winzige Skelette aus hohlen Knochen,
gleichgültig der Kälte gegenüber.
Für dich sind meine Lippen Blütenblätter,
süße Erinnerungen an verlorene Blumen.
Wenn du nicht zurückkehrst
sondern weiterfliegs, wird mein Körper Schutz suchen
unter den Flügeln zungenloser Vögel.
translated by Bernd Huschenreuther

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