“I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.” ~ Vincent van Gogh
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Thursday, August 22, 2013

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Netting the moon

I look up at the full moon through a cobweb shining from roof to tree.



Winter Flowers


The winter flowers on the vine are orange, the colour of both trauma and joy (in Colour Healing). There are few left as winter ends. It has been a winter of trauma and joy, reliving the last, when Andrew began his dying, finally making his transition at the beginning of Spring. I pull a Tarot card from the Wildwood deck. The fire in the centre has bright orange flames. The card is called Abundance, meaning reward after long struggle.

Friday, August 9, 2013

August Wind

August wind.
Each year I forget
until it begins.

A sudden flurry.
'Is that rain?' I think,
but it's not. It's the air 
stirring, no longer inert.

It wakes with a rush —
excitement or dread? —
and the blood responds.

Submitted for Poets United's Verse First ~ Difficulty. The challenge is: Write a poem, no more than three stanzas, that is completely free of "gratuitous, show-offy, camouflaging" text. 


Sunday, August 4, 2013

She Seems Unaware

She seems unaware of the bleeding, but
at times her eyes glaze; I think
she's moving away, starting
not to be here.














Tuesday, July 30, 2013

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.

Sunday, July 28, 2013

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.


Wednesday, July 10, 2013

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.