The hem of my past pulls dusty puffs of yesterdays along with my feet’s measured tread. Continue reading “a mystery now”
I heard the hawk,
Saw her fly white and brown,
wings flat out in the sky. Continue reading “hawk”
What? Wishes and wants? Dream a little, let go of demanding, see what new directions find a landing.
A warm blanket, and toes slowly settling, and breathing slowing, and mind… just…. not really focusing… on any one thing… and… sleep.
Where will you walk, whose bare feet feel the earth beneath;
Where will you walk, heart burning with love and pain;
In whose footsteps will you tread so carefully,
Feeling love’s strong voice calling you again.
When your eyes are open in the dark, can you see your dreams?
he has brown eyes, and is irritatingly, mostly always right.
does he care about that? no. he just doesn’t want you to run with scissors or keep a candle burning,
unattended. Continue reading “My Man”
Imagine the stars were
shards of glass broken
from a crystalline vase
that held sparkly flowers
of every hue. Continue reading “Poem for the New Moon”
The mind passes over scenes and emotions printed and bound in red deckle edged paper, later to be shut and put back on the shelf, Continue reading “deckled edges”
The room encloses me like a painting, all delicately colored in yellow lamplight. I’m smiling, peace spills over me, workout all done.