Tangled

Alone.
And Sadness Settles.
Stark Dreams.
And Longing.
If Wishes were Horses.
And Beards in the Dark on a cold New England night.
Tears.
Tears fall soft.
And Brittle.
Cold in the Blue.
Time Passes.
The Days continue.
Their Shattered edges
Threaten.
Just get me home.

Blossom

There is no sweeter thing in life
Than to feel love grow ...

The Fire Moon

Through the smoke of distant fire
Drawn into the dusky sky,
Growing stronger - rising higher
There it met my eye.
Its glow was sure - a firey red,
A pagan sight, it's true.
From the sleeping sun it fed,
And yet it was quite blue.

The Aviary

Robins sparring.
Sparrows flitting.
Herons flapping slowly.
Ospreys crying.
Flickers twitching.
And eagle screams unholy.

Geese are settling.
Ravens circling.
Mergansers diving deeply.
Wood ducks squawking.
Hummers darting.
And owls that question creepily.

Hawks up soaring.
Blackbirds warbling.
Doves mindful of their mourning.
Pigeons swooping.
Killdeers flopping.
And crows screech out a warning.

Lawns of jade.
And indigo skies.
The lake is flashing sapphire.
Branches bow.
The meadows sigh.
I'm so grateful that I sat here!

Spring!

sunshine
skis
soft snow
and smiles

Indulgence

One by One we pray.
The Goddess nods and smiles.
And the Snow Gods have their way.