promise – Words and Feathers

a charmed moment (20161105)

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touch us gently, please
i wish for bread to fill an angel’s evening

this moment feels charmed
you shared your need like a quiet dance
devote a thousand words to
ask a promise I can never keep

——

the path, old unused
overrun with brush–still i
choose this unfulfilled promise

my steps a rhythm
a beat like the human heart
a new view of old vistas
—-

bare
peach tree
a promise
empty but not
exactly
lies or
words

and now the all leaves
once green and dotted with buds
–fall, and fall yellow
—

spring is still just a word
though the temperatures soar

into the seventies and eighties
winter is the official season

but you can’t reason with a tree
and i hope the bees are not loafing around