lay down of leaves

they were the indigos lining
the courtyard on third..i was
lured by the nomenclature..
you were the artist painting
the poses i’d poem about..
north of the nightingale..as
blooms on begonias had started
to sojourn..same date as always
…the clockwork cotillion

first night november..
when we laid down like leaves

irreversible rain

circadian storms galvanize all
we’d collected..our leaves on
a loom drowning in puddled
portention..as life trickles down
into that butterfly place where
the heart births a sparrow
enrapt in the ringing of church
bells..our lingering cloud dream
of irreversible rain.

primrose of promise

the primrose of promise
scatters our ‘once was the
time’ and willows are wilding
on west winds reception..the
dandies derailed on the frost’s
park and ride..and much as i
wallow in your lavender essence,
ya just can’t trick december into
a butterfly dream of rewind.

dangling your blues

the weep’s left the willow and
sycamores shiver while black
birds now banter with a southern
state twang..then you dangled
your blues with that twist on
the branch in the midst of my
leaf lamentations, filling me up
with that sweet ache of you.

we can get there

we can get there from here

with the sky as our butterfly

crossing over the vertical wearing

wings as we slough off the veil

that no longer eludes us

maritime moonflowers
waving us home..cradling
our feet are the stars that
we’ll hand pick for each other.

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When not writing poetry, Emalisa Rose enjoys crafting with macrame and doll making. She volunteers in animal rescue. Living by a beach town, provides much of the inspiration for her art. Her work has appeared in Cholla Needles, Ariel Chart, Ooen Arts Forum and other journals.