for spring laughter with rising

  orchestrated cicadas and soft

  newborn greenery whispering in breeze
and the Calm Rumple of a Saturday Storn

we watch overcast and pour
  ourselves out only to find
  occludent teeth and hate
it's the sweet embrace that hails growth

for winter's pull from freezing
  decorated sky and hands
  hoping for warmth in grasps
and the budding flowers dying in frost

we strolled and passed by
  meaning to go together -but
  being lost in self-confusion
it's the clear kept entanglement that matters

  for the felt smile found in patchwork orchards
    and drapped over the labyrinth of love

  to be full! and illuminated with wonder
    empty and extinguished is a depthless plunge



                                              (grief dissolves)