Citrine December

Citrine unwraps
two sides
of turning mirrors
where they threaten

Rain whispers
tangerine, peridot

Reasoning with
my uncharted paths

  

Distant Valleys

Farther and wider

Distant valleys
open memories

To rearrange more space

Connecting shapes
among the colors lifting

Me toward you again

To Amputate

Can people be amputated
from our minds
like a limb from our body,
an eye when blind?

When silence settles 
in like a web spinning
around a butterfly

Choking its wings, hiding
radiant color
that used to glow
in a vision caught

Stony silence
a citadel
high above 
intrusion or loyalty,
weeding out obsession
yet also care

Asking a friend to retreat,
deny, amputate

That section of heart's colorful wing