A windswept tree and raven’s caw,
a staring doe, a chipmunk’s paw-
My kin send whispers of that law
that gentles me awake and raw:
There’s only this, the crunch of feet
on fallen leaves, the ringing, sweet
melodic chimes. I’d hoped I’d meet
my lover in a blaze of heat
within my mind, recline a time,
compose some wild embrace in rhyme.
Pulled to my senses by the chime
entreating me to breathe, sublime-
I turn and laugh, resume the climb.