Mere Air, These Words

"Mere air, these words, but how delicious to hear!" --Sappho

I have not posted much of my own poetry of late, so I thought I would share a few that I doubt will ever be published.

i was born
under a faint star
and that has ruled
my fate in this
mortal world


it’s because of January
that God made cardinals;
our hearts are weary
of the long grey cold
and we yearn for spring


a raveled thread,
this my life,
untwisting into
gossamers that
blow away

~K~