Tuesday, July 20, 2010

the heart is made of fire

through the night scrim
of tendril birch branch hangings
the moon is a twinkling
kaleidoscope on the rise

the west wind
like a crescendo comes to dance
with the dreaming birch
who stirs gracefully
in the outcropping of the yard

from here the moon
is on an eastern climb
slowly through the summer sky
casting bits of fire
through birch
apple and cherry

setting it all ablaze