random notes (of city, of wilderness)

 

I

secret air
invokes the moon
arisen
within iridescence
of an eagle’s flight.

 

II

this morning -
pure, filled with kittens’ purr -
soon
they shall see the first green
and i’ll gather snowdrops.

 

III

frozen bones of autumn on blue ice.
i’m numb and far from here
somewhere
in kisses of tropical waterfalls.

 

IV

oh days of white satin clouds
beneath the cotton-threaded horizon..

a samurai once said
‘pastel waves would hail on this town
that exhales rust and a-minor’

 

V

borealis –
the blurred elegy of polar stars
binding hope’s smolder
with the crescent ribbon
as gossamer nebulae flicker
between the violet fogs.

 

VI

grey and amber waltz
across pavements stained with sepia.
cedars sway
lullabied by the aerial piano.
Schumann’s lucid lieder
accompany the slumber of leaves.

inside
it’s calm.

 

VII

the dale is near.
we hold lanterns and smile.

we lighten the inner door
welcoming us to greet the faun.

 

VIII

‘to become dew
and bloom amid the sylvan arbor
robed in petals
of a wilder orchid..’

the wolf howls
for no answer
and becomes the answer

‘to be free’

 

 

 

 

yelena, 2012-2013

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