incantation

that gentle, disarming springwind draws the smell of dew from the groundrefracts memories, injectinga tonal softness felt in everydrop of rainnow tepid, almost harmless,the soil remembers the shape of your feet, thestride between each step, the cadence of your gait, it's just by luck that this loamy planet with its empty plains shouldreceive you and the wonder...

the ache of February

my, how the birds' calls work collaterally toform something savage on overcast daysa cacophony of choral sounds, a canopyof chirping and croaks, a debilitating yearning in the way their voicescome togetherindifferent among the trees, each voice carries another's, slipstreams of sounds reaching doorsteps, the ears of the neighborhood ringing,    ringing,     ...