Morning Mountains

The view over the valley
Rich with air bending light
Distant mountains draw up
Out of the sea
Out of the sea they rise
into prominence

and the morning sun alights them
as a musketeer dons his horse
the fury and violence of the ride
assaults the air with a crisp

the trees witness this drama
in stunned silence
the harmony felt as the wind
completely fails to
move even a single leaf

Uncertain times

Uncertain times
draped by a slow cloth
fur lined silver
a golden strawberry vestibule
served on a frozen barley brandy
syrup extraction

lost in the drift of skulls
across a distant sky
jewels carried in the claws
of feathered fiends brief darting
messages for the ancient gods

wings melting in the
unbearable music in each prayer
short-lived empathy
stakes the wooded tree

the crying widow of the winds
calling crafted forgotten stories
stirred into the expression of lovers
as they twirl arms locked across the orate icing

The White Forest

Loose by the turned away fate
White twigs surround nocturnal urgent secrecy

That moment he can not feed you seems
stretched out like latex over sockets
the dream continues behind you,
the dance of light
it’s play on
upon the curtain the colours we steal
transpirings within backward motion
the art of long term thinking

that moment, that pause, its reality