The Round Sweetness of Pine

I want to breathe you, the sweet air of mornings here,

A light cashmere mist, heavy with first light

and the round sweetness of pine

braided ribbons of torn green grass

How was your dream, my sleepy love? 

Was your heart, dancing near mine?

Did our fingers find their way, together to bind

through night, through distance, and time?

I miss your arms, as surely as you miss mine

The way morning brings sleepy kisses divine

Before all the world spins underfoot

Though we stumble,
                 we right
with one another.

And go we sweetly, on through the day. . .
                                                                       on through the day .