✦PorcelainTears

A smile in September if you listen, you can hear the wood, splitting, a maple fire, crackling and an empty wine bottle spinning off the andirondack chair . in the wave-lost distance, lovers footprint the sand, the breeze swirls at their ankles and time flies #amwriting #Romance

we kiss between the pine and maple— the breeze falling like warm saffron and cinnamon [on our skin] everywhere we walk, blades of dreams, everything we touch, dissolves into wildflowers and the clover #amwriting #cherita

I turn a page and another weightless leaf falls from an old branch Across the umber grass, the stones frost and the bird quivers above my head At my feet, cat and dog anticipate an open door while I turn another page and another leaf falls #amwriting #vss

The morning pounds in my chest & it feels as if to be broken is to know love all the more Here I am standing in my bones, pouring tea like the sun pours its rays, drifting in the scent of maple & pecan The cat stares as if I mean something more than the first hours of the day

There is a flood of love that flows between us like water, like light, moonshine and time. One cannot go anywhere without taking the other. When the earth moves, we move. When a flower grows, the other follows in the same pattern, same balance. This is love between us. #amwriting

My dear Isabel, The days have become shorter, the chill bites the air and as I'm walking back through the apple trees, I think of that time the curve of your hip leaned against the cinnamon bark and with your book held so close, I felt a pang of envy. #amwriting #LettersToIsabel

My mother was lovely at knitting the wind and filling empty spaces with the soft light of her soul. She said, "It is a language you must learn to understand." Thereafter, everything was a song that even the wind stopped to listen and everything burst open with the sun. #amwriting

The other morning I thought about you, sitting with your body almost touching mine, holding words back with small sips of coffee. Somewhere in the depths of our eyes, bright with secrets, a picture of the two of us, naked with wild madness, silent between us. #amwriting #thurds

first, I was in love with light— seducing all it could touch, it was simpler then anything else I was in love with pages— by an open window in autumn, any season then, I was in love with you— flesh that touched me, soul that drifted in me deeper #amwriting #SlapDashSat #vss

Serendipitous— an instance ago I felt a dragonfly's wing #amwriting #haiku

We are one heart that sinks into another, one freckle of nature combined, collarbone to collarbone even the rustling leaves dip to keep us warm in their sway, in the hours of the moon because love knows love through the night, silence until morning pulls in #amwriting #vss

Today is a timid Sunday blue, the glaze colour of the ocean, the one that waves at you from across the stone step - The blue-jean sky swirls around cat tails, curiosity lingers in their eyes - Salt-rock blue beside the point of an old lighthouse wall steps away to you #amwriting

The season of first love. The autumn we threw ourselves on a peak of dying leaves and played with each other's fingertips until the sky put stars in our hair. We were content in soft-falling moments that felt as if the world was changing for no one else but the two of us. #vss365

I carry your kisses in the pocket of my autumn coat and the memories still follow me in circles around the lake I fold uncontrollable happiness, tuck reflections in my eyes, and crawl between the spaces I hear you, I feel you In the cool sky, in the water murmur #amwriting

Some days are meant for floral paths. #7wordspoet

Maybe you'll remember the years I have spent loving you― When each time the sun rose, I rose to press my lips to your morning my heart never wandered too far from the sea or the willow or the sound of your breath calling my name we loved among stones, slow grass even in sleep

I think there could be more love on Sundays while the cello plays Adagio for strings, you hold my hand, I read to you, we watch the late berry summer turn to shades of auburn & everything that changes, changes without sorrow because it is Sunday & Sundays could love us more

Deep sky light— There is a season even the stones remember, letters the moth pause on by firelight . The cat stretches on the winter-white sheet & I am a purring pet, falling in love with tenderness . Maybe there is a child in me catching an image alive #amwriting #SlapDashSat

Selected poems in a basket— this is the table on the sand where the seashells whisper the wave & letters tuck between the lavender nothing feels strange or out of place because everything has beautiful meanings waiting to be discovered from dust to light #amwriting #slapDashSat

This is how the wind spells beautiful— linen on the line and the sail, light bending to the water and the sparrows flying fiercely rooftops remembering the storm, waves that all know a song of the past, the present, someday two of us, two of everything #amwriting #SlapDashSat