Akin

I am but one minute speckon the face of this earth,the same countenance reflectedback to me in field and forest,in the shriek of bats as wellas the sonar they emit,the whistling and bellow of elkas they descend from higher groundfor the winter, the piñon jays,sapphire...

Early Rise

Slipping under the covers last night, nestlinginto his sweet warmth as we both gaze, astonishedat the crystal quarter moon, hung in the twilight skyas if borrowed from a Saint-Exupéry watercolor; This morning I awaken to the morning star,ready to begin the day...