the moon unspools a road nightly upon the sea, a long, bright rung of silver laid like a dream someday I w i l l w a l k to the end . #vss365

How strange, my love, that while I face the night, your sky ignites with morning's early burn, one earth beneath us spins from dark to light, where night and day forever chase and turn. #vss365

Look here, in the grass a thousand small And trembling globes hang, balanced, but unbound, No bigger than a tear, and yet they call The entire heaven, upon the ground. #vss365

No border marks the passage of the swallow, no treaty binds the tide to ask the shore; the seed will cross wherever wind will follow, and roots ignore the lines that maps have borne. What line was ever drawn to govern whales? So why this desk to balance us in scales? #vss365

Loss was my jailer once, her chains the night, Yet through her very headwind did I break, as larks ascend when the night has resigned to die. ~~~ No pain holds the one who learns the sky's wide creed, I am the wind now, and the wind is freed! #vss365

You are my headwind, and i am a sea bird hung trembling there, and pinned above the sea, held not by calm, but by the wind I wrestle, no stillness but the play of you and me. #vss365

A samara does not grieve to leave the bough; it falls because its falling is the plan. Some soft design already tells it how to break, to root, to grow where it began. So maybe nothing truly falls apart; the tree still stands through all that will depart. #vss365

So conquer grief the way old trees conquer years: by growing rings around those tears. #vss365

The rooted oak, most still of living things, In wide embrace holds all that moves and sings. #vss365

It’s all so beautiful! I think of the forest as the sea, grown green and still, The mountain as the forest aged to stone, Different faces, one breath behind them all. One light, bent through leaf, wave,a stone, with a million ways to shine the same beautiful oneness, wearing the world like a robe.

So leaf, and root, and every reaching vine Conspire in one slow ministry of green, For revealing, in their own changing shine, What never otherwise could well be seen: That deathlessness itself forever lies Folded in everything that blooms and dies. #vss365

I WAS SEEN I was rough ore no eye had weighed, No mint had stamped, no hand had tried, A mass of metal, unassayed, Till you did look on me, and spied What lay beneath my dross's guise, And tenderly did melt me down, Then, in the furnace of your eyes, Did stamp me with a gentle crown. #vss365

God The stunning dawn has taught my heart to rise, each beat rehearsing how to wear Your light. I have been like rain poorly reflecting the sky, or a river twisting from its hidden height. When at last my dust soft-closes into grace, the whole of spring will simply be Your face. #vss365

The moon is distant from the shore, yet still the sea leans towards its light, so love, once bound, forevermore still rises, stunning, out of sight. #vss365

Before we met, we were already one, stunning shadows cast by one fresh-risen sun. ~~~~~~ #vss365 ~~~~~~

I am a guess, but my shadow is proof; it lies on stone like grain in wood, like truth. I flicker, translate, dissolve in a blink. It holds its shape at the pressure’s brink. Whatever cast me cast it better. #vss365

A single grain of evening found my tongue, And named me the boy the brambles chose to spare. The brambles kept the frightened prayers I flung Like startled birds into the cooling air. Though years have clothed my bones in steadier poise, The weeds still know the smallness of that boy. #vss365

I dream her where the heather meets the sea; she stands so still the tide forgets its turning. The stars are caught within her gentle gaze, and one by one they seem to undo the knots that have been tied around my heart. #vss365

It comes for me in the dead of night, in the dead of night. I was visited by death again. Upon loss, everything is quiet now.

Your hand. The warmth of it. The utter fact. Peat holds everything it’s touched.

We are older than our bodies.

The fiend would have me think the stream betrays its source, Yet gentle fire runs so patient in its course. #vss365

Year by year moss lays its soft mouth against the cold face of stone, and the stone, ancient and indifferent, slowly yields, slowly blushes green. This is how love works across a distant field. #vss365

I laid my darkness down in furrowed rows And left it there for morning light to read; The field would neither answer nor foreclose But held it, as it holds a buried seed.

The bulb that hoards its fire through the long dark, The spider-thread that fashions, from the dew and empty air, its unimaginable arc, For love is what persists when all falls through, The warmth the frozen river hides and keeps, The one flame that its own diminishment feeds.

I’m Struggling Verse 1 Before I knew to need you, you had spread the pasture out in green and laced with dew, each blade of grass a small and luminous thread of grace, and at the still water’s edge, the view gave back not ruin but the thing I feared to hope for: to be loved, sought, cared.

an act of defiance

Oak and ivy grow so intertwined That storm nor frost can cleave their union part, So nature’s roots bind fast your soul to mine, and love blooms wild and green evermore, one heart. #vss365

melancholy of distance

I have been seeing since before I was born, through muddy stones and root-dreams, and the eyes of the animals and plants. Ravens speak in the oak’s dark tongue, the mist whispers its memory of falling water, and I hear it all. Because I am a green thing too, living gently in sacred soil. #vss365