Paper wasp

July 25, 2011 § Leave a comment

In the quiet I can hear
The sound of the paper wasp
nibbling on the railing of the deck

Afternoon showers stain the wood
and unveil his work
A cartouche of mastication

Bite by bite,
the soft grain

Leaving behind
the darker rings
The lifetime between
is much sweeter fruit


The moon dragged me out of bed

July 19, 2011 § Leave a comment

The moon dragged me
out of bed
By my hair

No gentle nudge
No quiet cohercement
No sweet words

‘look at me’…

Raw, cold orb.
The silence split
By my protest

Shivering and barefoot
With nothing to say
For myself

Can I go back
To bed now

Yes, I see you
Your light
Dappled the yard
Like the skin of a jaguar

stand in the sun (for Ravenna)

July 17, 2011 § Leave a comment

Stand in the Sun
holding the hand of a beloved
time would stop here for you
the petal from an apple bloom
rushing on a breeze
to caress your face

Precious Being,
stand here with your breath
the thrill of re-membering
Who You Are
is being delivered to your heart
on the song of a Robin in Spring

left behind

July 17, 2011 § Leave a comment

This morning
The Harbor became a mirror
for Father Sun

Beauty so bright
I can barely look

the dogs
have left me far behind
on the beach

i will let my heart be broken

July 17, 2011 § Leave a comment

i will let my heart
be broken.

no cheery song long enough,
no drink strong enough,
no embrace deep enough.

Winter resists loosening
it’s hold on me
the last vestige
of Dark Spirits of Rain
of Moss, of the One Heron
hunting the chill waters

I long for the sun to enter my heart!
but first i must give thanks
to those who held me in their cold arms.

Today i will let my heart be broken
and not turn so quickly
from my Winter Lover

The Dreaming
still thick in my eyes
the smoke of the woodstove
the wool blanket that saw me through
these Dark Nights of Deer rustling in the bush
Under the New Moon

Today i will let my heart be broken
and, trusting that wound will never heal
until my Summer Love
leaves me again

at night

July 17, 2011 § Leave a comment

shuffling behind the door
lurking at the window
my failures
huddled together

encrusted like a well fed shrine
the libations of milk and honey
obliterate the original form
to unrecognizable
the story changed
to some living monstrosity

somewhere along the way
i made an agreement with you.

the language of it now forgotten…

and here you come again:
cloaked with my tears
fed by my sleeplessness
a worship formed of habit
the mechanical gesture
that i would stop
if i could even know
that i was still doing it.

i suppose this weight has it’s use.
who knows what would happen
if i could breathe
if i could stand up straight

i might do something crazy

like go dancing

There is a walk

July 17, 2011 § Leave a comment

There is a walk
That not many can see.

Things hidden under our noses
Quiet things, that never demand our attention
But reward us deeply when we give it.

There are beings waiting
to return the reflection of our open heart.
There are beings that simply watch us breathing,
waiting for us to notice…

…That the song of the Towhee has changed
to a springtime trill
That the geese have returned
That the Salmonberry is at the last of it’s bloom

Bumblebee at my feet,
In this moment,
you are the only hope of my universe.

Your careless path
teases my imagination
Into a submission of the Divine.

Where Am I?

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