It was very cold overnight – the first frost warning of the season. The light is beautiful now, yellow and thick, sliding down trees’ trunks and pooling around their ankles like shed clothing. I feel the common longing that possesses me annually in this season – I want time in the trees – time behind […]
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Whispers
tilting Earth moves, inexorable, grinding slowly in her rhythmic journey around the Sun. shadows stretch slanted, low and long, calligraphy, inscribed of Autumn’s hand. a feather’s shaft pierces the ground and there stands, a sundial, marking hours of passion in sliding daylight. in the new darkness of morning we sleep. I am drawn, a rare […]
autumn, Darkness, Dreams, Earth, forest, Light, Mystery, Passion, SleepPages
Morning after Mabon
Nine balloons drift, silent, through quiet yellow air in the eastern sky. Field grasses turn gold overnight. The trees are holding out for just a little more Summer – never let it end, they say, clinging long to the green though it is beginning to look threadbare and worn. Daily they lose the battle for […]
autumn, seasonsSpooks
Cooler weather triggers vivid nights, busy with colorful dreams. Characters dance behind flickering eyelids – brilliant, startling, flashing, strange and frightening, oddly juxtaposed – unidentified, out of context figures holding hands and wearing masks of monster, friend, animal, god and demon. Waking in the cool dark of morning you know you have slept – […]
Three Things
I looked out of our front window early this morning. Three things – first — the small neighbor girls, who are so curiously enchanted by everything about us — who, using their hands to shade their eyes spied, giggling, through the glass of our front door, stealing a glimpse into the secluded magic that must […]
children, love letter, seasonsFirst Kiss Day (8/5/2006)
I longed for your lips, your love, your body, all that is the reality of you ~ until the time of us arrived. Fire for you has scorched through my veins every moment since. Sweetest Angus, I’ll never forget looking into your eyes that day. We sat at the little table where the embarrassed man […]
kisses, love letters, memoriesSonorous Song of Summer
Their song of love echoes electric — they make instruments of their own bodies. The brooch of their abandoned carapace, a horrific delight. I wore them, proud pins, on my childish clothing and in sun tangled hair, beguiled by their terrible claws and bulging eyes– a bejeweled decoration of hot Summer given to me by […]
gems, history, instruments, love, memories, musicThe Sweet Earth
Today I read there are only 59 adult wolves left in Yellowstone. And f~@#ing Exxon spilled 54,000 gallons of toxic sand tar oil into the Yellowstone River. Perhaps it is better to just go out and wander into her deep heart than despair indoors by reading the news?
The Man With A Camera Phone
“Come outside and look at this weather” “What is that guy doing across the street in the pouring rain, and what is that blue flash coming from his hand?” The sky was full of swirling black and gray, angry and wet. Giant drops fell onto the sidewalk and the wind moaned. The thing the man […]