spring fire

seething   and the boil
  and bubble  of liquescent  rock
 propulsed   deep and high bright into  night sky
drowning stars in fire

elemental of heat and love
       the green burn  of  spring
propulsed in sap and bud
   the  soothing  vernal  tripwire
of  vine   its  certain fire seeking   desire
         and winds     sunward

green penetrates   in airy grace
   the  twig framed  spaces

I am a weed among 
   the cultivars

aqueous beginnings

moon neaped  in amber tide
          the twixt of  mineral
slides into formal  attire
  matrix’d  and lattic’d vibration              
of current flow in  kelpen strands   
         and tangle
     underworld  indecision    fulminates
   into a handspan idea
of tremblors pacified by
   the sea maiden  she breaching  
into  awareness   licks her foamed 
  fingers  ballein combs  cave snarls 
from her winding locks   nets
  constellar diamonds   from
      sleep drenched fog 

pulse of the sea pains
  lady of salt  mother of blood
fashions the birth caul into dry earth

spring clean-up

rake up the leaves that wintered over
on the lawn   beneath the snow
not whisked away
by gusts    and blows 

buy the New York Sunday Times
to clean the windows
  which just yesterday
  were all thrown open
    as were the doors
to allow in sun heated air
 (and the cats stroll in and out
  without human intervention)

bask in the sun:
sitting, walking, riding, lying down 
thinking reading writing dreaming 

air out the feelings
still!   of
abandonment created by
  the departure of Beloveds
  who were having a grand time
  and then just
  up’d and disappeared
  from active engagement

(brings us round again to
  what’s a siren for?)

rejoice in new Beloveds
 in coltsfoot blooming
 lilac leaf bud  green peeping out

likewise rejoice in the melancholy train blues
coming through the open window at night

wait impatiently
for spring peeper songs

stretch  flap my wings
and fly