It was at the garden gate where you waited for me…and as we passed through togetheryou stopped, tilted back your head, studied the sky, breathed in the evening air… you raised your eyes, you stepped away I bent to fill…
(New Year’s Day, 2015) I caught a glimpse, a flash,of a light form, a fleeting.I stepped closer, and followed.A Presence unfurled, star – soaked.Her Question came, silver-rung. Strong.“Why do you follow me here, tonight?I can hear your heart whisper where…
sweetness glows along the ridge-lines of the hills where I standI reach high to fill my hands with the glowing skyblood-purple honey light drips downI embrace lavender-maroon flowgolden layers butter the flesh of evening clouds crimson light pools under my…
(For my daughter) At the top of the pileof things to keeplies the gold, the everlastingrose of my heart. My love is constant,beating close to you,in rhythm today,just as on that first daythat first hourwhen your tiny bodywith a heart…
When I was seventeen I left my father’s doorfor the Scarborough Fair. My footsteps, slowed by his dark weightbreath blocked, voice asleep,the ground where I sought to root myselfhidden. There was no map to read on moonless nightsand there were…
I planted a garden to share.Trust and hope, and herbs, I placed there.The herbs flourished. And just when the herbs were pungent and their healing noteswere ripe, my friend withdrew.Closed the gate. Stepped outside.Closed her heart. Here is what to…
Behind the waterfall,into the longing, the roarof water at the center of the worlddown into deep folded groovesof ancient life, down to the rootsI sink. Through elemental ooze, Istretch into the night-flow,find my raw under-skin, open my mouth. Where the…
“I said to Dawn: Be sudden – to Eve: Be soon; With thy young skiey blossoms heap me over from this tremendous Lover –” Francis Thompson, The Hound of Heaven, 1917 I long heard your laughter,your bubbling, roaring mirtha sky-ringing…
(for my daughter) Before I woke, I saw you.A wave of sunlightlifted you across my thresholdwith your arms full of flowers. Or, perhaps I was remembering my own heartcoming back to me through the years?I saw floating inner lights,circles joined.…
Light flows out of darkness: Apollo’s caress comes to the Earthin his own time, frames each ridge-ed peak, molds every rounded valley.His steady, beaten rhythmheals by touchall scars left to her fervent body I lie awake in this place of…