bi_janus Posted March 2, 2013 Report Share Posted March 2, 2013 Tulips and Daffodils Bi Janus We worked the bed at noon and in early evening twilight, consigning tulips and daffodils, surprised by the excavated claws and canines in the dirt until supine and side by side at twilight in the backyard, a thin blanket between grass spears thrusting against our skin the darkness comes on relentless to cover us and you keep us uncovered In a world translated to ghosting shades, the wolf's spirit resurrected circles in shadow, eyes aglow with the moon, stars on the ground, your song living in his blood, and he inclines to you always as your breath in his nostrils sustains him At rest on the grass your breath I draw into my mouth until shades are but shadows awaiting the dawn Next to me even soft edges of your familiar form are but reminders, whispers of your flesh in daylight as the wolf keens in the night of what drives us to silence and rituals of flesh and spirit in which eyes are superfluous as they are in dreams We dream in the twilight of morning coming on, reaching to the clarity of dawn, though enough brilliant light conceals as much as night Link to comment
Merkin Posted March 5, 2013 Report Share Posted March 5, 2013 Here in the East the Full Wolf Moon marks January, halfway between the season to plant and the season to flower. Your fine poem needs no Farmers' Almanac to find the right time for its harvest of feeling, its expression of Nature's intention. Link to comment
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