“I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.” ~ Vincent van Gogh

Monday, May 27, 2013

The Sun Bursts

The sun bursts from the trees
blazing gold, too bright,
dazzling my eyes,
yet fails to take the chill
from the autumn morning air.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

The rock I find by the side of the road

The rock I find by the side of the road must have rolled down the hill from somewhere — some hidden house at the top. Though it’s near no human habitation now, it is marked in thick blue lines: the base of an arrow and a spiral, crooked and fading.

I rescue it of course and ask if it is willing to come home with me. Once there, I ask if it’s happy to be cleaned and go back to natural. I scrub the markings away and put it outside my front door as a guardian.

I think it looks strangely blank. I think I’ll ask it soon if it will permit me to adorn it with new markings. The rune for protection, maybe, looking like the fletch of an arrow. And perhaps, to signify the Goddess, a spiral….

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

I open my door at 6am

Late autumn sunrise streaks the sky.
Small birds flit and twitter through low trees.
A fat white ibis fossicks in the gutter,
stalking slowly (ignoring me), rhythmically
dipping and lifting its long, hooked beak.

Saturday, May 4, 2013