Poetry

Yellow the sweet ache

yellow the sweet ache

through the season of greening wildflowers
bloom in waves of different colours

in your absence yellow has opened everywhere though
wildroses still fling their perfect hues…yellow the

sweet ache i feel for you

sweet-sue-so-sweet

that song i had wondered about for weeks suddenly
perched in front of me before you left

yellow warbler yellow warbler is this what yellow sounds like:
“High pitched, pattern song of three similar notes followed by

sweet-sweet-sweet-sue-so-sweet

bzzz…

refrigerator’s humm furnace’s lowrumble the clay coloured sparrow’s ‘bzzz’
this season’s sustained bass note (its song “insectlike”)

is this foraging-voice-camouflage or
emulation, ovation for those it relishes?

when i think of your mouth i know the answer

wildrose buds

expectant pink of wildrose buds taunt me most their sepals’
sensuous-green-adagio to warmth, slow-motion-desire exquisite

anticipation of the in-between
how your lips swell and part beneath the heat of my breath

shameless they are utterly shameless, i look the other way

no caboose in sight

picking up speed trains pass along the edge of your land as
i’m thinking how you are one-long-lesson-in-longing no caboose in sight

i’m waiting for that moan rising from accelerating
rumble – that way back in from the beginning of time crescendoing

- i’m waiting for you to come home. come; home.