Ode to spring

Come, beautiful one, here where I sleep among apple petals on new grass. Come my brother, sister, friend. Come like a lord with strength in your hands. Come like a queen, sunlight streaming from your hair. My man, my woman, whoever you are, mysterious spirit I glimpsed walking at night with stars in your crown or at noon with a garland of blossoms. I have dreamt so long I know only shadows of you. You bounded like a deer through the forest at dawn, fleet form flickering through pillars. Let me see your full body and smell the fragrance of your skin. Will you serve or master me? Come like a saviour and bend to me. Let me taste your breath and ache with the nuance of your finger down my skin. Hearing the poetry of your lips on my brow, my cheek, my mouth, my breast, I will awake. A seed swollen with rain breaks its coat and arises to the warmth. My blood flushes at your touch as the pale leaf greens under sunlight. My desire moves in harmony with your pulse. Lift my drowsing shoulders into sunlight; draw my soul out of long darkness. I am ready.

A family night

I just made an easy dinner: jasmine rice, green beans with butter, sautéed mushrooms and marinated sirloin steak—rare for Marian, medium rare for me and Brenna. Marian said it was the best meal she has had in a month.

Right now they're putting the magnetic poetry on the new fridge.

I had planned to go to the chorus's monthly fundraising dance for an hour this evening. Just because I can; Marian turned 13 in December. I was going to let them watch a movie. But when it comes right down to it, I can't choose a movie I want to miss seeing with them. There will be other dances. So I'm going to stay home.