A few poems for the last evening of June

Joy

Joy was a pair of goldfinches

Dust bathing on the road

One waited for the other

Before soaring into cloud

The fluttered twist of bleed and burn

Instinctual free movement

Air coated wings with purpose

And they left behind the pavement

Harmony

The bruise of ripened blossom calls

To drowsy bumble bees

The thistles sway their lilac hips

Pink open roses tease

My body hostage to the drone

I tune to meet their key

Smiles form as notes upon my lips

We blend, in harmony.

Moonwashed

A crumble of stars

Laced my lips numb with song

Resting as sequins

They glittered my tongue

Shapes and shadows were moulded

On Midsummer’s wheel

I slipped into night hands

Dream forms became real

The lean of the moon

Held me steady in stare

With green under feet

Strobe was combed through my hair

As I rocked high on lunar

Glow glazing my eyes

How I wished for my truth

To be moonwashed by lies