Five Years Ensconced

Dusted rose tenderly traps tectonic
plates borne of Her arousal,
near breakfast time the sentinel sleeps silently missing
breath languishing from parted lips
lingering longingly,
two Magpies maneuver molasses skies
framing the Alaskan Range.

Sea shale succumbs to titan tidewaters
tantalizing toes.
Sentinels watch here, hovering, waiting, immortal to all but wind,
water and time. Dying like us
eventually. We live though through time, traveling tempestuously
toward that which we seek. Sometimes found,
sometimes not.

Beholding the bruin bounding beyond bowers,
fear rushes silently inside, moments hang immortal,
Turning, turning, turning.
Lichen weeps anxiously atop the dome the bruin roams.
Hearts hearken to one another—we both fear.
Away, away, away!
Boyish bellow because, I breathe.

Black pearls gleam through me, mid-morn sun stolen by looking glasses,
entrancing, the muse reminds, she demands attention.
Warming to allow the Copper’s rage, always coming--
Coming, always coming, break-up brings boons but too slovenly,
so I wait withering, wonderful, wistful. Wanderlust wakes
like the sunlight always coming,
always waiting.