poem

[Guest guest]

days away and

year's end passing,

 

wasted longing

for summer green

and spring

maternity.

 

grey tired

winter

is cracked

 

old snake-skin

season shedding.

 

how i've longed

to see your face,

 

knowing you means

summer.

 

Under winter trees

where warm

earthmother keeps heat

 

i found red trumpet flowers

and purple cones.

 

Wild white shasta daisy

and yellow weed-flower

(of little girls blowing

dandy-lion seeds in spring)

 

making a nosegay

i ran down the corridor

of forest tunnel.

 

somewhere i'd

forgotten, then

suddenly remembered,

 

that all along you'd been here.

 

so i placed the nosegay

at the base of a winter-clad tree

 

sat there

 

connected base to earth center, crown to the sky.

 

when bliss hit,

 

summer exploded in a thick green canopy

 

noon sky became dark green with blue stars.

 

 

maitri,

 

--janpa tsomo