Friday, March 25, 2011

February's Poem

Love is sacred
when I am with you.
we burn together
until there is but fine dust
like cedar’s yellow-green pollen
settling on leaves, rocks
and the chairs outside.

Water returns claiming the dust,
forming lives from love’s mud,
dancing and intertwining
knowing just what to do.

Love has its way with us.
We moan and weep from joy and sorrow,
laugh and cry feeling our way
through love’s beauty.

Here we are together
not knowing for how long
making plans, sharing intimacies,
going round and round.

The trees keep watch
flowering and seeding,
rooting and growing
praying love’s prayers.


Guari
February 2011