One Cloud Settles

One cloud settles softly

on the tops of the trees.

The sky shines blue,

the winter sun
hints of hope, of returning Spring.

Guardian Stone

I dressed the rock by my door

in thin blue lines, in symbols

of Protection and the Goddess.

The original marks, from another hand,

were painted thick, though wearing off.

I wonder should I make mine thicker?

Not yet, says the rock. Let me explore

these more delicate emblems. Power

may also rest in the soft and fine.

Embrace

My house puts warm arms around me.  

I move within soft golden light.

At Last

Tonight, when she comes onto the bed to lie beside me, she purrs as loudly as she used to when he was here and she would snuggle between us. This is the first time since his death that she has expressed such deep content. It has been ten months. She stretches out now, and falls peacefully asleep.