Foxes and Magnolias

Poetry for keepsakes, for longing, for letting go.

Weak from Winter

I came dragging out of winter,

wet and bruised and bleeding

while letting you hold on to me

like we were crossing a river in January

and you didn’t know how to swim.


Now I’m at the outer banks of June

still trying to shake the frost from my bones,

holding my tears each night while trying to stay strong for you

and I can’t feel my own toes.

I need you to stand for me,

hold me straight

while on my own I’d be bending like a branch weighted with too much snow.



Earlier you spoke of rain

eighty miles north of me, by you.


I told you of warm winds here

wondering if rain

was in route to me;

you always get the weather first

it seems.


I can hear it now-

water rolling down the roof

and dripping from overhangs,

puddling beneath.

Rain taps at windows like a barefoot slow dance,

heels and toes

drumming the floor, softly.


I like to think the wind carried your voice south,

sending sweet messages

through gentle rain,


a kiss perhaps,




If the wind reroutes, know that I’ve sent some out for you.

Love Each Other New

There are ways we’ve both been marred before,

left aching to the bone

because of things we’ve been told

from the lips of those

we’d loved before,


because of the bruises left

by the hands of those

that loved us once.


Let us discover roads

we’ve never known alone.

Let us learn

what love is meant to mean.


We are not the years behind us

or the scars we still hold.

We are not each other’s past lovers,

let us love each other new.


Let us let go

of the pain we’ve know love to mean,

let us love each other new.

In Range

All of the mountain ranges and

days between us now


I wonder when we’ll be in range again


Steel cut oats and apples

simmering in a pot this morning


I eat them slowly,

noticing time

Heathered Blue and Gray Skies

I put my fingers in the lake today,

just at the edge

where the water advances to and recedes from


I thought that maybe

the lake would carry a message to you,

through the rivers and into the oceans

and then

into other rivers and lakes again

until it found you


and maybe you’d be touching the water too,

knowing that I’ve been thinking of you

Burning With You

You kissed me and I think a wildfire

went loose in frenzy

all the way to my toes,

to my bones.


We’d sit back, breathe a moment

and you’d nod, so subtly, “yes”,

almost as though

you were speaking to the ways of the universe

for what was happening

right then.


You can throw logs on my fire

night after night

and I will keep burning with you.


Keep setting me on fire

and I will find warmth for you.

Let’s discover how many ways

we can fuel a fire

and see if it can’t be confined.