Evening and morning

Look up

stretch into a creeping flood of gold and 

pink pulling slivers of smoky night as a lover towards the horizon.

I open my eyes to this, this

exhaling of a solitary

ecstatic breath, witness

illuminated fingers combing out the sky.

brilliance dissolving thick & heavy;

within moments

not a trace remains but softens into lilac silence,

head bowed to greet the coming rain.

In this time, in

these fleeting morning joys

poured from deep celestial jars

balanced in doorways between dusk & day

I look down


where the leaves raise their fists

unfurling in foretold dawn, each

brimming with hope

while relentlessly weeping

for lost blossoms

bruised and scattered in the night.