Morning saw branches illumined with an inward dawn,
a bulb not yet become a flower of light,
but warming and secret-saying,
wind and whispers breathing the intimations of leaves.
A mid-day ocean in the air,
uncounted crystal seas
suspended in a blink
and the heartbeat of the sun.
Tonight a garden and a velvet star exploded from a stem
beneath a streetlamp with a tin-capped head of golden flame.
It breathed a breeze and blew a perfumed sigh
to the low-lying cloud on the face of the street as it steamed.
My forest thrummed awake and parted naked fingers
to unravel and be clothed in secret vestments
held in palms the winter through.
In the distance off, my train
blasted its roars and whistles, cut the sky
and told me that my love was true.
My summer broke the earth
and freed me utterly from you.