moonbow's arch

moonbow’s arch— 

pink rose

clouds corner the mood.

freesia plays lilacs 

fresh and new.

phlox word turns a cruel nose

soaking down resurrection. 

night jasmine burns true

to illuminate this mix

of memory and desire. 

fragments come back

in sermons of thunder

and long game of chess.

ice shelves are shattering.

nothing lives that does not die,

nothing dies that has not lived.

the price of death is life.

every April rising swell

casts her spell.