Endeavor

I have spread myself like a net to catch beautiful things.

A severe and difficult endeavor.

Spring

We wore the wind like a second skin

In the light of a March afternoon,

We stepped on the petals that dropped as we went,

And walked like brides in the spring.

Watching your young hands, deft in silver rings,
Combing through my hair
While I sit served – a sultaness –

I wonder at the riches of my world.