By Jennifer Brookins

I hear winter rain falling as wild mountain roses

it’s you hiding behind the moon

if you stay away my heart will turn into shards of glass

look, red shouldered hawk is perched in his monastery

praying to rising sun as I to you

Beloved opiate of my soul

come to me

play your divine lyre

I wait for you

in the quiet elegance of night

© 2020 Jennifer Brookins

Leave a Comment

Copyright © 2020 Jennifer Brookins. All Rights Reserved  | Privacy Policy | Site by E. Jones