consort

storm brewing

shall I be lawless and rude?

yield to the greedy gnawing

bringing sweet warm wine to lips long parched

orange peels and cinnamon, damp wood and moss

I'm consorting with nature's princes

how long will I be fooled?

 I court deception to please my soul

aware of the loss that hasn't flown yet

coaxing unaccustomed honey out of comfortable bitterness

will the taste linger long enough to justify the forfeit

I hear his pulse inviting me to swim

in the cool green blue

*post script: I bought a new laptop and while moving files over, I found a couple things I'd written for another blog I've since deleted. The intensity of the compositions surprised me. I have three entries. I'll start with this one. It's the lightest of the three.

**photo was taken at the cottage as a storm was building in the northwest. No filter.