Crickets sing by night
Palm trees rustle in the wind
Starlit Maui sleeps
Crickets sing by night
Palm trees rustle in the wind
Starlit Maui sleeps
Whispy clouds linger in
the vertical mountain valleys–
sooty streaks of smoke
left by dragons
ascending into the
somber sky-dome
and disappearing
with the mountaintops.
There’s a whisper of sadness in the crisp November air;
solemn raindrops adorn the bare tree branches
like bejewelled tears.
The sun peaks out and smiles wanly
at the confused pink flowers
which have emerged so late in the day…
How soon will the cold kill them,
turning their girlish blush into brown rot?
Memories creep closer like Christmas.
Loss hangs at the back of my throat—
waiting to pounce!
The leaves blush crimson
and purple plums swell;
their dark bloom
splits open sweet flesh
and reveals the kernel of new life inside.
And so my round belly will
swell, blossom, bloom
and I’ll split open
revealing the flesh of my flesh
bone of my bone
seed of my hope
fruit of my love…
And from my fragile flesh—
my heart split open—
the seed of new life be nourished
and a new tree will grow.