Soft

Soft

Little warm bodies

curled soft and quiet

around priceless lovies,

under precious beloved blankets.

Soft quiet breathing,

languid mumbling,

rustles of feet and fingers

lost in a land of dreams.

My classroom is gentle,

lit only by the glow

of new falling snow

outside the window.

Soft music soaks into everything.

Slowly,

sleepy eyes

peer out at me from under

soft lashes.

Little yawns and

slow stretches

call to me.

I fluff soft hair,

dress warm bare feet

with socks and shoes,

and cuddle.

Short arms and soft skin

wrap around me.

Waking slowly

they lie loose and

tenderly

on my shoulder,

gazing at softly

blowing snow.

This is my favorite

part of the day:

when everything is

soft.

Salvation and Transfiguration

Salvation

So much depends

upon a cup,

held to innocent lips,

in lilly-white

brown hands.

Transfiguration

So much depends

upon a cup,

held to guilty lips,

in stained crimson

white hands.

Portmanteau

Portmanteau

crimson gold

crold

breezy calm

bralm

sweet spicy

swicy

sunny shade

shaney

crunchy quiet

criet

chilly warm

charm

such is the fantasy of Autumn

Deep October

Deep October

Would you deny me yet one more day

of blissful colors as breezes sway,

or wouldst thou give me a glistening hour,

this earthly paradise to devour?

For mine desire rises strong and heady,

the cold of winter soon made ready,

to eke out yet one more spiced afternoon,

one more kiss under a harvest moon.

A few more steps midst fallen arbor,

the last hurrah before safe harbor,

this last golden promise to keep,

before the world drifts into sleep.

Happy

Happy

Like a spray of juice from a crushed tangerine

exploding color on my tongue,

dribbling sticky sweet down my chin

on a sundrenched day,

it came.

Touched

Touched

(It is my humble desire to be such a one as this.)

You reach out through the shadowed veil

flush with hope that never fails

to one who does not claim a name

for whom only your touch of flame remains.