“Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction.”

Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Unconditional Love by Willie Porter

~Always....

Come Back To Me

Come back to me

where daisies feign

to rule little kingdoms,

in the lines of your palms

crossing those bridges

between You and I, my love.

August 18th, 2009

Flower Photography

Storm Over County Road G

I
Beyond the furrows
ravens labored
on the dead ones.
Probed soft fur,
stopped,
looked,
preened blue-oiled tufts,
and drove towards the pines.

They left behind
the last rabbit litter;
sweet blank eyes
would have felt
the first drop.
Blunt on open graves,
under a galvanized sky
the rattling spigot ruptured.

II
We blundered
down the stairs,
soaked as peeper frogs
and sunk into the root cellar,
while centipedes scuttled
and cobwebs hung in our hair.
Here I shushed the children,
listened for the sounds of freight,
symptoms from the east
muted air tasted
like gun metal,
thick and yellow
as quince,
spumous and spreadable.
But no thunderous clap,
or concerto
in thirty-six black notes.

III The first flash
bore into Bertotto's field,
An indelicate bolt of light
splintered the pear tree,
stewed jam ricochetted,
steamed off the cattle gate,
crackled down
drooping wires
at the eaves,
into the telephone
and straight out of
old Mrs. Schulers'
hard muscled hand.

Giver

Nearing Catstye Cam

they quivered,

veined and sooty.

You prodded for ore.

Pushed a thumb

into Red Tarn.

Hollowed out

the softness

of summits,

livered beneath

the evening gloam.

My head tilted back;

a scale of grief,

borne before your

leaving.

You were

such a giver.