She is streamers
She is stars
She is the red that sustains Mars
Bars don’t exist
On her heart
She is steadfast
She is dangling
She is silver-Mediterranean
Alien and best friend
Alike
She is words
She is breath
She is life seducing death
Express your intent
So to stay
She is present
She is feathers
She is coppery hot weather
Whether you like that
Or not
Presently
Forecast for today
To turn the mourning to a song
Deciding this morning whether
There is a warm wind
A powerful voice rides upon it
Promising
But the bandana is unwavering
Listening
Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow
When Winter returns to assure
I watched
You watch
The fleeting snow
Before it took its leave
You put down your go
What did it tell you
What it told me
That bruises aren’t all bad
That time heals
All things
We saw
The three of us
You, me and the sky
The blue-green in our eyes’ skies
Not one can predict us
Cool and humid
Who knows whether April or August reigns
For the air sticks to your skin
But you seek a blanket still
Goosebumps and sunburn
The skin keeps a secret
All I ask
Keep me warm
Famous shining Sun
Cooled and upright
Mr. Wind
When my mind’s on you
Should the rain
Turn to snow
I will come prepared
