Ode to Fiona the Hare-Maid


She hushed stars to sleep,

tucked Moon under covers,

folded fleece dew,

and pruned black hole residue.

Fiona, the hare-maid: hopped ocean for sky, shined Sun’s glare and polished cloud reflection. a mystery and a whim, she lived in watery wordless still small of day.




lengths of love

I love you times smiles, germs, and cents.  I love you times miles, moons, and dents.  times ages, awnings, and atoms. plus every booger and star ever formed, and each laughter note. plus yawns, pebbles, and fur. times each thread, molecule, and memory–I love you!