Griselda Steiner

AIR

In what leaves in the memory

of nature

slept

The bird of your heart

naked

And ready to fly

between the Dove’s white edge

and the planet earth.

SUN

The sun is breaking through my life,

a message written in an ancient language

shattering

the sounds of winter.

Like your face staring at me across the table,

I know you are comparing me

to a darker beauty.

ALCHEMY

A man left me again,

Waiting to become him

The wind blows.

February 2016