I like lines in faces
Laugh lines drift off toward memories
of times with friends, fine wine, good talk,
friendly jokes, tall stories.
Care lines cut the cheeks of a woman
who learned to stand on a dirty corner of life
and laugh .Tiny stripes twist out
like twigs on winter tree limbs.
I like winter tree limbs.. Nothing hidden,
sharp elbows twist, bend, crook here.
A wide curve skims past a branch
as another tree crowds in.
What decides which sprout wins the space?
A woman knows
which persons, moments, passions,
pressed the deep line deeper,
cut the tiny twigs.
the warm fire after a walk in the rain.
the walk in the rain
the cloud clambering over the hills
the water twining softly over rocks
the sunshine following.
the wind in the chimney
slow in the evening
the querulous calls of sleepy birds.
the voice in my ear as I sleep
the morning kiss before pancakes
sweet honey on my tongue.
Dark chocolate and red wine.
Look today for the melody in life
The richness of graces for you
The light that comes to please you
The smooth path that opens before you
Today just relax in your own space
And feel the sweetness of your world.
Stars, crowding the sky,
a soft, cool wind
drifting across high tree arms,
cajoling them into
gracious dips and waves
leading a country choir
in a song to Glory-
stirring a joy in my bone-
in my breaths-
in my heartstrokes-
that my mind can not name.