Treasure the friend
Whom you met
In the heart
Of the storm
Even if you never
See them again

Treasure the friend
Whom you met
In the heart
Of the storm
Even if you never
See them again

In the way of this world
Having someone to love
Like pinning wings
To a wooden board
Life is short
Belongings dust trophies
On an ivory shelf
Ne'er do such wrong
To yours or oneself

As soon as you think
This is more than I can bear
Just wait
You will soon be given more

Vulnerability
is the bravest act
anyone can do
regardless of the reviews
It is those without such courage
Who sit quietly rating you

Y'know, I live in hot water
So it feels these days
It burns at first
Heat rises up my cheeks
Thinking of you is like
Steeping in a tea bag
Some milk and honey
To sweeten
Y'know, it hurts like hell
To have your heart broke
But truly, it pains me
To live without
Your milk and honey
In my mind
May we live long enough
To come full circle
Find one another
With empty arms
The second time round
Open minds, willing hearts
One can only hope

Silence is sweet vessel
For lost worlds of time
Words surround warmed
By captured sunrise

Naturalists live in a world of wounds only they can see
Aldo Leopold
In Braiding Sweetgrass by Robyn Wall-Kimmerer

He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother

Yours is the only
Sacred world I know
Minutiae of delights
Dripped from branches
Conjures fantasies
In foreign lands
Show me the way in
Ritual initiations
I wait, dew gathering
Under my skin

I suspect
Stream of emotion
Ebb and flow
Words wired
Tied to rise
Fall of pride
Tender moonlight
