Dream Catcher

Crow glides silently past,
Long fingers describing last night’s dreams…
You are not near for now,
Never far like water from my heart,
Until you return
And the cardinal carries my blood away,

This tree that holds generations
In its dead branches
Is not more beautiful than your face–
From gnarled trunk to silky leaf,
The same life pulses up–

I see it in your eyes,
In your skin lined by love,
In the shining silver of your beard
That catches and grows all my dreams
And in brightness of morning
Holds lilies and forget-me-nots
And your mouth.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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