tapping the old wood of desire --
under darkness river folds to ice

I call for you --
the return of echoes

your cotton shirt
pressed against my face --

above us pine needles tap stars

through open windows
honeysuckle and sea spray --

lovers' first embrace

Mimosa Blossom
digitally altered photograph
by poet


the scent of mimosa
catches one
after the fact --

a bit like love