Recycled Love

this moment
I find myself in,
holds the harvest
of yellow green summers
threshed out of their husks,
and a white field
of virgin snow
waiting
to be consummated
with gentle steps,
making their way
with and into
recycled love.

How Do I Dance?

one 

song

one    heart

two       places

two         faces

two      feet

one life 

one dance;

how do 

 I dance?

in 

two places

at once?

but in

knowing

that one 

step         leads 

to            another,

and              to be 

here,      now

is  to 

dance.

Filigree Leaf

I am but
a tender leaf
fluttering
in the wanton wind
who carries
now
a faint hint
of sweet fragrance
of what was
and what is to come,
and while I dance
in gay abandon,
twirling
in this unsullied moment
with my
sunlight dappled cloak,
joy fills the holes
of my filigree existence.

The Water's Edge

I stand on the water's edge.
My footprints are but a smudge
on the contours of the dry sand -
an invisible trail
to where I am now.
My eyes dance towards the horizon,
trying to make sense of its elusive existence.
Where does the earth meet the sky?
Where can that invisible place be?
Blue waters and white foam
lap around my sinking feet,
bringing me back
to where I am now.
Rooted, grounded,
in the wet sands
of infinite possibilities...
I see foot marks now-
soon they will be washed away
by the endless waves of time,
to leave no trace of today.
There are no footprints
to leave behind or follow,
when I soak in the presence
of endless abundance
as I stand on the water's edge.