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Peaceful Walk


I went for a walk in the woods with my best friend… I loved all the beautiful colors and textures… I adored the almost blue gray of these.. the brown rings almost seemed like brass in the sunlight.

The pinks and greens in this one were so beautiful they looked painted on… especially when compared to the deep, glorious browns of the bark and the pine needles carpeting the forest floor.

The sunlight through the tops of this grass was beautiful, sparkled like starlight…

This perspective really speaks to me… Sometimes I just cannot see the sky because all my focus is on the thorns…

This Question Mark butterfly made my day! As soon as I saw them, my heart lit up… they were beautiful and so whimsical and felt like a kiss from heaven.

Going under this overpass was actually creepy, but I did adore this perspective of the columns…

And finally… I loved seeing these little footprints in the mud… Loved seeing them disappear into the woods and wished I could follow them… There was a kind of whisper to them… an invitation… and I love that feeling.


You reach out to me

with claws…

those hooked talons

that once looked like home.

The fingers of my soul

still trace over and over

the road-map of scars

your “love” left

on my heart

…still flinching

at the ones

yet  unhealed…

straining at the stitches

of grace and

tentative hope…

trying not to 

reopen the wounds.

The Weight


The dying light

all golden

turning trees

into shadows

wraps me in

a solmnenty

and I feel the weight

of the day

dropping down.

I feel the ripples

through my heart

pebbles in a pond

of memory

and I do not escape

unscathed.

Lazy Morning


The birds are out today

singing to the sun

and darting on the wind.

I can see the leaves dance,

though I cannot hear the

song of the wind…

It must be a gentle song –

a love song – whispered

instead of sung…

The softest of kisses

A lover’s carress.

I don’t know what the day

will bring… but for now..

Peace.

The Invitation


Alone, my thoughts

drift to you…

awakened by love…

mind awash in hope.

Scared , but not defeated…

cold fingers of doubt cannot

overturn this joy…

this longing to be free…

thoughts of you careen… a

Juxtaposition of peace

and fear. Hope and longing.

never have I been so

alive and unafraid…

songs from the wind

invading my mind… give me

elusive joy…. surcease..

worry melting like snow..

intimacy beckons, and I answer the

call…hesitant…then full of a

zeal I did not know I could possess..

December Grief


December has a

Sense of urgency…

Days flowing too fast

And I can’t find my footing…

Stumbling over these rocks

Of grief,

And falling down hard – 

Body battered

Soul crying out for help

To an empty room

The wall’s silence

Screaming back at me…

Needles of that empty echo

Piercing my heart….

What is one more wound?

On Barrenness…


I am a genetic

Dead end

What have I to offer,

of life, of knowledge?

What wisdom

Would I impart?

Only this….

Love the dark.

Dance in the wind.

Savor the rain’s embrace…

Few are our days,

Deep is the night..

Dark – yet full of friends

If you allow yourself

A quiet mind.

The trees have secrets

To tell…. Listen

To their soughing, sighing, song…

If you allow yourself to hear…

You will find peace…

Childless, I may be

But this silence

Is not a curse…

Rather a backdrop

On which to paint

Understanding

And a special kind of 

Knowing

And being known…

By the dark

By the stars

By the cool night air…

All that is quiet 

In this loud world

I bequeath to you…

Childless though I may be…

That you may know

The pure, unadulterated joy

I have known….

Nights…

Alone in the dark…

unafraid…

First….Last


So painfully sweet

Was that first stretching

That deep touch

That ‘Being known’

Painful….for it being

Only

Sweet for it being

First

I ache now 

In the absence of you

Knowing

The only

Will haunt me

Knowing

The first

Will be last

Exquisite was that

First drink

So deep

So thorough

Ecstasy

Yet…

So painful, the removal

Of you from me

First…

And last…

So passionate, the

Rough kneading, needing

Touch…

Longing embodied…

Yet so painful…

The cold vacuum 

Left by your warmth

First…

And last…

Last dance

Last glance

Last lingering touch

Last wavering goodbye

Hands lingering

On breast

Back 

Hips

Lips

….last…

The Weight of Gold


I still feel the

absence of that

small gold band

missing from my

finger – yet the

weight of it

is so heavy

carried in

my heart.

I am drowning in

the dreams I once

held dear. Hope

of happiness and

passion and a family

unbreakable… immutable…

yet… now utterly broken

shattered beyond

any hope, any trust

any love…

I have no hope

of you anymore…

This weight on my finger…

the absence of you..

now it feels like

freedom.

Haunted?


The darkness of the

shadowed wood

calls to me…

my will-o-the-wisp..

drawing me out…

drawing me in…

I hear your voice

there…beckoning me…

Step deeper.

Go further.

Come to me…

and step by step

I comply…

somnambulant

in my capitulation

yet… somehow

willing

to walk into the dark

-unafraid.