Peace Trees, their soft edged shadows grow with the season
Becoming silhouettes that blend together in summer’s lushness.
They grow and soak up the sun, turn it to life and
Feed themselves and my soul with green.
Peaceful trees; a lesson in truth.
Tag: earth
Ever Changing
December snow still remains,
Its essence uncovered by the spring melt.
A leftover from the beginning of the season,
It holds on, clutching the earth with icy fingers.
What was a soft powdery snow is now compressed with the weight of winter
Into hard, cold, sharp ice crystals.
Wanting to melt, it looks forward to returning to the earth to begin the cycle again.
It won’t be gone long as it will be back as summer rain and autumn frost.
Ever changing yet always remaining the same.
Again and Again
My life is contained in a shoe-box beneath my bed,
At the bottom of a green glass vase of pennies, or maybe
In the prayer flags hung over my mirror holding the cut-out owl Karen made for me.
My soul is contained and content in a mildewed pod growing in the land of wind and chi.
My future and hopes lie waiting in my pendant box, waiting for my questions with answers I may not want to hear and
My love, where is that? In my heart or his? Love and lust are confused and linger in the scent of him on my heart.
My future is no more concrete then a speck of dust illuminated by the sun’s rays peaking through my lace curtains.
And death, what of that?
When it comes I will seal it and I in an empty bottle and set us adrift on an ocean of eternal possibilities and
Where the tide will take us is where we will stay and begin again, and again, and again…
A Beautiful but Bumpy Ride
Wisdom leeches out of melting snow banks and
Star light travels from the ground up as
moonlight seeps though the pores of the earth and floods the sky with peace.
Come, sit by my side in the forest at midnight and
Feel the earth’s truth in her being.
Be still and let your soul be free.
Then hold me tightly as it is a beautiful but bumpy ride!
Light and Dark
Light and dark,
The contrast is shocking.
Shockingly beautiful and
Undeniably alive!
Winter Loneliness
Stars swirl in a midnight sky as
The forest tiptoes through darkness,
Aware only of itself.
The owls have returned.
Their voices in chorus give life to the darkness.
A fox barks back to them in welcome,
His winter loneliness forgotten.
(4/7/16)
Silent April Snow
The early spring silent snow
Fits my mood.
It is a white dusting of truth
Accentuating every little branch and twig,
Making every little lie all the more obvious.
The silence into which the April snow is falling
Seeps through my eyes and into my heart
As if to smother and quiet its
Telltale beats.
It comes as blessing and a curse by
Prolonging the inevitable with maybe that one last chance.
But I know the sun will come out and
It will all be just a memory …
Once again.
Storm Dance
| Coastal dunes slide and slip into the sea
As the storm rolls on to the north. Gulls scurry to grab unfortunate crabs washed ashore by the crashing waves. Seaweed floats and ripples with the waves like grass in the wind and Salty sea spray coats the disinterested windows of empty houses on the shore. The tourists have all left for the season Leaving the ocean and beach to carry on with their lover’s dance, Un-witnessed and unashamed, with freedom and reckless abandon.
(2/23/17)
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Wisdom at Midnight
Last night, at midnight, an Owl spoke in the forest,
And I understood.
Listening I realized how a perpetual misunderstanding was coloring my thoughts,
But not the owl’s as her knowledge is deep and colored by nothing but the truth.
As I lay alone in my bed, I felt the darkness soothe the forest’s heart and hoped, but
It could not touch my disturbed soul.
I couldn’t see, I didn’t know what was next,
I felt suffocated by the inky blackness while
The forest mother was at peace and
Sighed in contentment.
My only peace now will come from learning from her.
To accept her invitation to surrender my will and lay down in her gentle softness,
To use a layer of her leaves as my bed while
Her twinkly night sky becomes my pillow.
I will trust her to protect me, to hold me close and
Put me to sleep with her lullaby of star-shine.
I know its the only way as Her wisdom is deeper than mine, dependable,
Greater than me, and more than just a beacon in this perpetual darkness.
Tell me, did you hear the owl’s wisdom at midnight too?
The Single Second of Midnight
The Deep primal sounds at midnight are
A gathering of voices in the dark.
The language is unknown
But the meaning is understood.
Darkness hides the players
But not the play
As it is a script followed
Since the beginning of time.
The cast of characters remains the same with only
The players changing.
The truth of the story portrayed is undeniable, and
Is perfected in the casting of souls when the sounds of their voices gather and
Eternity resides in the single second of Midnight.
3/1/18
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