may 2007

rain

splits open
sheathes of buds
on branches' tips
luminous and pale

a walk

a breakfast fire
of laughter crackles
in my ears
the cool of you

this morning

shadowed in your mind
my yellow
slippers
tied with silk

dust

of lies
motes in sunbeams
settle on
the marble floor

soft breeze
love sweeps it all away

© 8 May 2007 (edited 25 May 2007) Heather Quinn