Feelings
You are the morning songbird
that wakens me. The gawky persistent wind
that shares my morning walk along the hillside.
You are the shrill,
piercing laughter of the waves
jumping on the beach. The light blue lake
napping in the sun. The tired,
perspiring afternoon. The shady oak tree by the door.
You are the evening clouds of white
and greyish white and black; and the restless, northbound flocks
charting through the colors.
You are the hues
that hug the setting sun and sing
of tomorrow’s promises: and dream.
You are the grey,
black shadows that leap across the sea.
The dark. The moonlight of my life. The tender,
faint night I feel but have not met.
You are the girl who brings the moon
to me. The balanced
and exotic heart I do, yet do not know. The sister
to the spirit eluding me,
the daughter
to the beauty I can feel.
You are
the whispered smile and the teasing grin.
The delighted finger pointing toward the dawn.
The long night’s last sleepy yawn. The yellowed,
opening sky
that lets the morning in!
