walk in, love into the night while the moon wanes and paints the sky canvas with silver fingertips walk among the dew-kissed grass and roses sleeping now with everything else why walk here… why when the night draws itself out and shadows have no sunlight to dance with ? why? walk in, love into the…

January moon fills the frozen field below where the black wolf waits ~

Poetry Sunday An exercise in attracting life: 1. heal the soft morning light above with magic like time has the rid embrace change ~ 2. we embrace to heal with the soft, slow morning light ocean poetry ~ 3. celebrate blue sky healing is at sacred stream ask universe and fly ~ 4. born a…

Take this blade from my hands Balanced steel along the finest edge As careful as possible Yet blood is drawn On a moonless night – is it too dark to see The flame within? Not even the questions live long Before they crash with everything else To the earth This is – It is not…

Morning light Golden in the haze Of summer heat Life inspite of that Undoes the cord While I sit among the flowers Growing wider To greet the sun Drinking my tea ~ I have been thinking about the concept of skimming. It is something that I have been thinking about on and off for a…

unsent letters after months of silence sit in sunshine – unfinished some torn and defeated, tear stained and folded worn creases and open envelope holding the past – the present in my hands like a prayer i am holding my breath too long unable to see to collect each grain and let just one letter…

from the shadows there I am not hiding exactly just sitting on the edge of light watching no the music is not mine while it echoes the present tune and the light plays across my hands showing the lines and scars and curves of my fingers almost transparent it seems in this strong light the…

white chrysanthemums standing with orange blossoms longing for the spring

to the stream life is called billowing veils of gold and lavender wrapped around us i would lay you down in the soft grass nearby where the iris drop their heads in the breeze so that you may sleep in the afternoon sunlight to the lullaby of passing water thank you catches in my throat…

I – this word provides a complicated kindness each thought beginning ending here untouched watching waiting one foot forward as though to move but holding the doorframe with white knuckles I, give way to the fresh breeze undo the grip open heart renewed not only that let the faces turned toward the sun soak in…

I have been away from this shell and its familiar curves turning around in circles spiral outward reaching through empty doorways half opened windows beckoning begging I have been away reaching the shore through clear water walking in the rain quiet evening in the woods sitting late in the moonlight and laying in the sunlight…

Wading in The water cold Around my knees, my thighs, my waist Cloth floats around my body Paler waves of white cotton Undulate like the delicate fins Of passing fish Heart thunders against the cage Of my chest From somewhere a voice Pushes me forward, deeper Stones and sand hold my feet From the floor…