I have many love-words for you today,

But maybe, like reading silently,

I'm whispering them under my breath.

Now I've taken a bold few

And thrown them up into the sun

As it passed over me at noon.

He promised to drop them down on you

Very soon.

You may only hear them in the hush

Of leaves that rustle,

Or from the quiet business of the Thrushes ,

Who make their cup shaped nests

And line them humbly with mud.

But then again maybe the peacefulness 

Of my love will hit you like a thud,

And down your heart,

And line it with hope

And a knowing smile.

But either way, I’ll be loving you, 

And telling you softly.

-jenn

 On my bike

I ride through scenes

As in a dream

They pass before my eyes

And most of them are meaningless

I ride alone

I don’t talk to anyone 

I hear the birds

The machines

Air conditioners kicking on

And I’m at peace

I keep riding 

On and on 

Not seeking anything 

Not even lust

Or liberation 

Just another woman 

Riding a bike

On another Sunday morning 

-jenn

 Dream Lover

You’re a brilliant person.

You’re an alluring flame.

It is the same draw for a moth

That seeks the light

As that which seeks to whet the appetite for love,

For death,

For something more than now.

Yet now it is that I forget

About the dull draw of afterlife,

Seeking only

You

Instead.

You are light that’s breathable,

Lovely air,

Rare, like that of Colorado.

I gasp at the delicate rarity.

I’ve met you somewhere, haven’t I?

But where?

Oh yes, I remember, now.

It was only in a dream.

-jenn

 Lady Blue’s World 

This is lady Blue‘s world

Is it too much for you

Nothing is happening but Lady Blue 

Buzzing around you

Does it annoy you 

Are you afraid 

The bee may sting

But birds are singing sweetly

Flowers awake

The first light of morning 

Graciously takes a deep breath 

To run and jump off into a day

Where nothing is happening 

But Lady Blue

Making a big mountain 

Out of a molehill

Will that be too much for you?

-jenn 

 Let’s embrace the slow life

Start the day

On a getaway in our minds

A garden 

A pond 

An air palace

A deep wood of aspen trees

Just tell me

Where we went together 

So I can offer the police

The proper alibi

Because as good as this feels 

It has to be against the law

My Love

Must it be a crime

To hold you in my heart for ransom

The way I’m holding yours

A robbery of arms and legs 

And all things time

The way I’m holding you

In my mind

-jenn 

 In this room,

Whose walls are pale

And limestone blue,

One window opens to the south east,

And there I stand and wait for the sun

To come shine in.

It’s not til noon,

Or the very least eleven til

The sun, who rose early in the east,

Finds its way around the southern sky

To peek into my life

And finally say hi

In the morning.

So the sun and I have brunch.

He has coffee,

And I have tea.

And with the sunshine in my eye,

I see so clearly now

That I must smile

As I bathe in the yellow light

Cascading in 

To my southeastern window.

-jenn

 What I’m Seeking

What I am seeking is seeking me

In a grand game of hide snd seek,

And tho I don’t intend to hide,

I get sidetracked 

And wind up

Sideways 

Far off in some expedient ditch.

But even then,

I see some sign,

Some omen, like a butterfly,

And I know, that even stuck here,

As I am,

I’m at the right place,

At the right time,

Because I’m happy,

Because I’m free,

Because what I’m seeking is seeking me.

And it really is all good,

And even more so, it will be,

When we find one another.

-jenn