You are in the wet heart of winter.
Burn these doubts in piles on tangled floorboards,
draw for me a map in the ash and trace
the fragile wires between us
with hot fingers through blue smoke.
Keep those warmths of our forests,
every shade of that stained blanket
of leaves a confidence. Keep those gallons of light,
spill them into mirrors.
This ground is still bare.
6 Comments
December 5, 2008 at 10:46 pm
well that took a while.
December 5, 2008 at 11:34 pm
you make us wait far far too long, darren.
why.
December 5, 2008 at 11:34 pm
suppose i should tell you that i find this beautiful.
December 6, 2008 at 9:59 am
three cheers for the return of darren,
and with a strong returning piece.
bravo.
December 7, 2008 at 11:52 pm
Darren, my sweet friend. What beautiful words. You make my heart ache for more of your words since I hear so very few of them. I Love to wrap myself in them cause they me feel warm and fuzzy. :)
August 30, 2009 at 5:22 pm
darren i just wanted to tell you that i had your phrase “the wet heart of winter” stuck in my head today; i don’t even know why because it is actually really gorgeous weather today. but i love that phrase, man. i want it.