Path

RETREADING the paths I knew at my morning With those I loved and those I mourn I walked the lake with ice-bound birds And made my camps among the trees And hid behind the solid trunks Of the silent standing figures who Cannot speak but who recall And given voice could tell the tales And… Continue reading Path

Madeleine 

I watch you as you sleep And cannot read you in repose. You are still as if painted Somewhere far beyond and out of reach. I count your breaths and see you, Your flickering lids like birds; And I will feed you with my heart And I will hold you with my breath. My tears… Continue reading Madeleine