Bride
Sugar powder road
heard him prancing.
Bold bright moon
watched him dancing.
Unsuspecting--he--
of wild birds waiting
in barren trees
above midnight's veils.
Dark bride the night
stretched her lacy fingers
from cloud to cloud
hoping to make him
her lover
as he celebrated her mysteries
in appreciative dance.
Daybreak Drama
If you aren't thrilled
by the spectacle of the setting sun,
get up with me--
early--
I'll set coffee on,
and we can sneak into
nature's breaking day,
watch the glory
of a replayed beginning,
a review of Genesis
into metaphor.
We can lean back, back
on the porch chairs,
pretend we're in a theater,
and experience something
beautifully redundant
and original at once.
Moon Bird
Magic bird, fly the way
I should follow.
Help me find that path,
my destination.
In your eyes, warm rubies glow.
In your eyes, fire burns.
Fly the way I should turn;
guide me in your heart's flight.
Why is it you fly only at night?
Why is it you put me through darkness
in search of dawn?
Your magnificent wings
shadow trees, hills, waters
in radiant moonlight
glittering across the Colorado night;
show me the way, moon bird.
Echoes I Hear in Shells
The Moon has many times risen
on a starless night.
The sun has many times set
on a cloudless day.
But never have I gone to sleep
without wishing for you.
You used to sleep in the room
next to mine.
You used to sing when we were kids,
your mouth like an O,
forming "La, La, La"
Before I closed my eyes.
You needed a light then;
no stars need light
your room tonight; you
sleep there no longer.
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Maura Gage Cavell
