The Ninth

This body, a river splitting deep woods,a rushing babble over rounded pebbles.The doe lowering her head, takes drink,arching sinuous neck that reflects in ripple water.That neck in memory, fevered dreams -arching back and forth, hair whipping.Your knees bent alongside rising hips,this river splitting your fragrant wood.

White Heron

Sinuous, curving neck, full breast, long legs reach into the harbor's edge Obsidian eyes bottomless, a tunnel without end Seeking Along rocky shore, slow filling harbor a mirror capturing grace, clouds doubled, scudding across a fecund sea You strike, down, mouth agape, gasping, rippling the mirror, body shooting forward, head buried in sea and sky … Continue reading White Heron