share the snowfall
from a streetlight with you
shoulders dusted with shine
replaced my heartbeat
with the syllables of your name
the ghost of fireflies
froth from the fractured minds
of the thistles
the burning breeze
flakes the fields
a blizzard of butterflies
you were the wren
that led me
through the reeds
that stroked my sides
feathered my face
bells hold onto
all the peals struck
from the dark
of their bodies
a forever home for shadows
hung in the wind
that whips whispers
from their stillness
watched the wind
read the fields
each blade of grass
a word
rings made from rainfall
I wonder if the candle
is sucking smoke
back into its body
lost
what I’ve not even
found
light a candle
with me
all night
we’ll watch
the lowering
of the flag
of its flame
silver poplars shiver
with the echo of light
wind gathers in the trees
stories to temper steel to
when the story falls silent
the folds folded
asleep inside the blade
you’re the leaves that foxtrot
with the tatters of a plastic bag
in the blustery corner of my deserted courtyard
become young again
twirled by the world-weary wind
that still remembers how to dance