late afternoon light
through the honey jar flows
surrounded by leaves
the warmest of glows
sit with the leaves
ride that first wind
waiting for a secret
conversation to begin
fireweed honey
a mysterious blend
that silent conspiracy
follow a map till it ends
brought forth from love
like a huckleberry stone
sensual mystical
altogether unknown
dilapidated heart
tupelo dreams
orange blossom fight
some bojangled schemes
ride that first wind
lay down with the leaves
put out to pasture
whatever mysteries we weave
in the magic time of day
when the sun fades the tupelos
when the fireweed gently sways
into the sunset that just cut below
that match has been struck
there\'s not a lot we can do
to find out what\'s still sacred
follow a map to find what\'s true
someday when the wind does blow
straight through that surrealistic cone
when we hold a blossom by its stem
we will see that elusive...
huckleberry stone