Soon the desolate sun peeked above table mesa road
mourning dove awoke the speechless, still nomadic dawn
skies went blue in all directions – cloudless
lizards, little flashes emerged from earth in green iridescence
horned beetles crawled in blue shimmering suns
orange petal monarch wings to warm
with tiny birds to flit before
red desert dawn
Why must our love, a desert be?
– Kisses a mirage
Then, I think when I was young I didn’t stop to ponder
I only gathered days of sun and flowers
little feet to stomp the street puddles
splashing me homeward or popsicles
my tiny toes, to warm again
my love like a fire.
Thinking back there was that time,
days when the sun shined – just for you
You took the long way
and peddled through the puddles
Green road – a tunnel of maples, undercover
letting go, no hands
Youth’s fearless reign
of summer
Sleeping among fiery fields of summer, senses undone
colors walk among, her lucid dreaming,
red skies of watercolor suns
Trees, unfurl leaves of dreams
that rustle and awake you,
no windows, only a meadow amidst
shadows of kings, the hills
rise beneath blue mountains
sweeping to the sea
Lush cow parsnip lined the disappearing path
rain came, with cooling mists kissing lupine flowers
A sacred land the path’s end – ruins of Haida totems
born of ocean, emerging man
of shells and sand
earth and air
clan of the
raven
When at night green seas touch the moon
pulling toward the shore, shiny creatures crawl the sands
in shells of watery homes, soon to drift away
swaying seaweed clings to metal rings of wooden boats and oars
Moon tides, ever pushing, pulling
transient sandy shores, and sings the light to follow
worlds emerge from dark of night, water filling up
the hollows
The warmth of day lingered on, shadows played a sweeping sun
grassy swallows swooped, grey dusky light
colors of day, drank away the meadow
in skies of yellow, blue
Wind of wild roses, a thicket swirled sweet the night
flower petaled breezes swept the air
in fragrant fields of dream,
beneath the moon
I walked the wooded path, remembering
sunlight flitted about the trees of early spring
I could taste the smokey woods, steaming in the sun
a fragrant dawn, a lily fawn hidden by the flowers
still as winter’s pond
When little was left of looping thoughts and troubles
silence was a river bright and swift, floating as a feather
and I could not remember, but a song playing
softly over
“go out in the morning now,
a crown of maple leaves, a crown of flowers
circling your sweet head”
a mantra
pulled me in – forever
and there, I lived on
(Quote taken from the Innocence mission song)
amber jeweled room
mountain mist of curtain lifts
sunlight drinks the day
Cool moss of spring so live in verdant green,
with cherry flowers – petals falling
our footsteps pressing in
dissolve the snowy lands
in the heart of sun
love, born of fire
unfolding
Stepping stones
wet twigs mossy overgrown
footfalls, rain washing the greening path home
grassy droplets, little trickles running
puddles fill the pothole road
clouds break, parting dusk of day
tiny violets sunning
Tiny flowers, songs in violet shades played, ringing round oaks
spilling on the mossy lawn
Songs of birds swirled sweet the air
and flew the cold of winter’s caging, gone the snowdrops melting
Sunny – yellow willow, ever graceful
flowing breezy, leafy vines
sing soft of life, sweet the air
of your budding time
Tomorrow’s path of hyacinth will bloom
to light the days, sweeping fragrantly all the hours of moon
tulips of apeldoorn bursting red, in a field of Spring, how sweet the air
soon far off in scented hills of green
Now soon the hills and days go green in flowering fields
sweet will sing, black red wings amidst the grassy reeds
silent lily pond no more to keep winter’s secrets in
lotus blossom opens your eyes
the center, your heart
revealed
Hawk hunting in the grey, last light
sliced the evening air
talons locking swift
two birds falling
black of night,
breathes death
to rise – calling
ever endless as
breath
Blue lake of iridescent dawn
soft foggy swan, silent watery sun
mourning breeze of graceful wings
soon flies the fog and too the bonny swan
to see below with clarity
gray smokey bank
undone.
Walk close the seasons, near the heart
summer fields, grasses green – tall to hide behind, the coming winter
only laugh as dancing maples change, piled high – leaves on fire
Winds of gray waves fill the air
children skate
frozen ponds give way
to spring – the ice
to trickle
A merry forest pig was he
he woke up very early and hunted until three
snorting, sniffing, the air he’s whiffing
never is he ruffled, only focused on his truffles
He goes rump rumping
grunt, grunting for truffle-O’s!
Wild he runs and trots the greeny forest
with a jolly jig he wriggles and digs
his cloven hooves moving dirt like lightening
hunt, hunting for truffle-O’s!
When at last he finds his gourmet morsels
a squeal is heard and fly the birds
clear from the forest, a happy hog
a squealing song of treasures found, his beloved
Truffle-O’s!
Ocean – lilting azure waves
sway of moon, clouds to hide before the tide
night touching blue – the earth and sky
caressing light – the darkest sea
only a moment
only salt rain
Tears – blue water waves rolling in
rain falling sweeping cross my face
winds of palms waving
I fly away
It came soft the dusk across your face,
glowing rosy pink
A setting sea that drank the day
with silence wildly
Your eyes became the outer lands
and sang the night of summer
Soft as sand a bed of grassy meadow
our hearts to bloom fragrantly
open as a flower
My home has no walls
My home has no walls to look upon
no roof to stave off wild beasts or tame the restless seas
no window glass, so clear my days to gaze
A soul to dwell in mystery
so soon my days to fly away
yet stand the oaks of long ago
watching children play
Morning wore a robe of clouded sun
rain washed the day away, til broke the sun again
hidden in a thicket brush sang a tiny bird
sweet songs to light the darkness
from this world
He had many cars
and slept sad each night alone
he drove love away
Polished stone, bare boned- rafters loomed above
silent owls swooped, black before the dawn
red wood carved with sorrow’s blood
masks to hide behind – some never found
So swift to pass upon the earth
ashes, silence underground
Diego painted the Santa Catalina’s
mountains now hung upon a wall
have found him glorious
in the lost barrio
Black fields – burning sun
fiery cauldron stirring
lava soaking earth
Viridian green
undersea sentient being
turtle touching me
Today the sun was not found
only rain amid the meadows
Thistle grew, poking through
clouds – til black of nightfall
Dark wingless bird, shadow of stillness
quiet as stars, so long ago forgiveness
and will it come, soon the dawn,
a day to breathe deeply lunged
or fly away my days born of green
ancient as a forest?
Wind shadows blow swift
cool smokey air lifts
clouds of dream, adrift
that come and go
Iridescent wings, sing
crows of summer
a murder in winter,
a frozen mirror,
melting in
Spring
Emerging greens, soiled leaves
grow skyward
to the sun
Blossomy buds have sprung
with fallen petals on the ground
fading into earth
changing forms
that can’t be
found
Fast her wild days ran tall as forest foxglove,
long the happy sun of wing full prayers and beating drums
grassy knees ripening green on summer’s lawn
honeycombed hideouts of laughing stings and bees
running long through wild meadows
pale of butter’s milky cream
a child’s face soft as flower petals
so quick to bud into full bloom
blushing in her rosy days
a swan soon flies to the wild unknown
there where an hourglass looks on
Music came singing to the sky
It seemed none could sing or fly so high
maybe some birds
like children’s laughter
a forgotten eternal spring,
a happiness
that comes and goes
forever calling
one home
As if out from a tunnel
the first light deafens silence
wings unfold the soul – whispering
Plain truth in words unspoken
so precious the moments
of being unbroken
So soon the rains come
wet, washing
another path
home
Laughter like tears echoed
streaming down through canyons
her soul to look upon
rivers, mirrors
wings to fly
home
Her hands bloomed with fragrant caress
soft as summer grass and petals
she touched the world
With gardens and tulips trumpeting songs
in reddish hues, amidst magenta
peony blooms
Apples and roses her face of flowers
ripe in autumn meadows, she held her children close
gathered ever near her love
before the winter’s
dawn
I stood long under stars and trees
clouds transiently swift in winter’s eve
memories of yesterday’s child, a year to play
a dream, a pond to skate away
Now wintery thoughts are aglow
cool drifts the night through open windows
Owls haunt with delight
they seek to prey,
quick before the light
of sleepy days
I slept and fell deep the well
my soul drinking freely
bathed in sweetest darkness
depth of sorrow wakes me soon
my joy alights this
morning moon
Watery suns flood
spilling over
ponds ripple
caressing shores
sands blow over
footprints walking
on water, birds
hover over
smiling back
at me
When white wings, feathery scatter
silent as snowflakes gather
resting on rooftops,
in death, does a soul linger,
does it fly in the vastness
of forever?
Like some birds in clouds
we’ve never seen, though
felt in rain, or wilds.
Swift a rush that chills
and floods the heart unknown,
a gift of truth reveals
that which eyes cannot look upon,
and only hearts
can feel.
with the recent passing of my Father, it’s good to know his presence is felt, at times in unexplainable ways, but also he has appeared in my dreams 3 or 4 times since he passed, with two of the dreams being deeply spiritual and profound to me.
Grey pond so still
amid the smokey layers
winter’s foggy trees concealed
geese slowing in the depths unknown
so scarce a sheltering home
cruel winds of driving cold
too late the sun, void
of summer’s gold
Brittle the dust flew winding it’s way through the hollows
seagulls winging songs for love
Fog horns deep the darkening storm rolls on
splattering waves of day begin
Pebbles running down hill
gathering shells, my cup to fill
hurry home my frozen toes
thawing by the fire
counting shells
and embers
fiddlehead fern rooted in earth
warmth of sunshine gives birth to your unfurling
green forest smiles as you reach toward stars
you are smiling like moonlight
shining back through trees
White the summer fields now covered in snow
lone fence, disappears long beyond the gray
tiny birds perch, soon gone the light of day
whipping winds gather, snowdrifts to lay
forest footsteps distant
this world so scarce a sound
hills and sky listen
snow falling to the
ground
With sudden fury, madness rang through the air
just then a flock of glorious birds
so free in bluest skies, flew by
and we away with them
Now gone from sight
our earthly bodies,
become winged spirits
angels taking flight
The snow it did not fall
only frost, thick as walls
creaking floors, a long hall
leading upward
where stars whispered
calling to the moon
from behind curtains,
branches and clouds
If these words be thy home
salvation for my soul to dwell in
let them be of love
no beginning
no end
Curved, shadows, bones the hollows
hips, skulls, rust red hills
hawk bleeds to kill
desert ghosts roam
echoes calling
no one
home
Words, images, little things that would not let me be
pulled, tugging for awhile
I felt them, knew them too,
spoke of deeper knowing,
stringed music playing violins
words, colors flooded in
The paper, the paint
a page, no thought in mind,
crooked smile unrefined,
thick the brush strokes ever bold
eyes, pooled mirrors of soul –
I dared to look
within
Cool grass
wet rain soaked
fallen leaves bled
dead, decayed
ghostly offerings
wet bark, moss and bones
damp, gray and gone
birth of blue light sun lives one
burning into tomorrow
when yesterday becomes
the past, the dust
of us
Soft
green blanket
stair step moss
climbing to stars
raindrops rolling
falling from
blackened branches
wintery maple
I couldn’t see, but water
reflecting, it danced from stars of sun
Black cormorant dove under stars and pearls of sea
silvery fished his netted beak
A small boat left untied to float, I rowed
weaving cat tail reeds, long through water weeds
Paddles cut my diamond day – sparkling
jewel of soul swayed, prayed to dive me deeper
Sandy shores mollusk strewn
rippled shells covered shimmering blue
Oysters bubbled shallows breathing
seagull smiled watchful scheming
Beach fire to warm the night
and rock the dusky sun to sleep
the coming moon between trees
dark night, the stars to weep
Eyes burn
gritty paper, sand
tears pool
a room puddles
buckets, oceans pour over
dousing flickering flames
drowning
some letting go
dying
others left
wading
In this wild resplendent place
ferns unfurl softly green
below bearded mossy trees
rain falls, birds call echoing
sounds of a deep forest
breathing.
Words by Emily
an everlasting novel
penned amidst the moors
Catherine’s face was just like the landscape — shadows and sunshine flitting over it in rapid succession; but the shadows rested longer, and the sunshine was more transient.
Love lost
such cost drowning in seas
Waves flooding, some wading
tides to recede
Wash over
troubles, waters run free
to float, touch clouds
we hope
Smooth sailing, dead calm
we’ll drift, waves lift
to carry us
home
Water trickling, grooved patterns of bark
darkening drinking up
Bright yellow creeping
maple leaves losing green
fallen or hanging on
A wind gust
little rush of swirls
tiny leaves come to rest –
wakes the nightjar
from her evening nest
Wet wings, flickers fly
stellar jay looks on,
Roses withered, ages gone
petals on the
ground
This morning rain
autumn – cool rain falling into afternoon
hills, layers, fog nestled in
Clouds, mists become one
so far off, never a thought
the sun
Logs, wooded hills, we climbed
to view, our souls, some moments
in panorama we find
we touch our truths
divine
Yesterday
music encircled your soul,
laughter rang, so beautiful
Brilliant bells, colors, mountain meadows
An open book, you fell
in love with everything
Green hills, trees you climbed
above the seas
Stark
vast beauty of you, with worlds long hidden inside
fenced in places, cracks to be filled
your shinning brilliance killed
becoming so invisible
Illuminated
a flower, translucent you bloom
centered, calm within the petal storm
rainwater washing
clean the core
a place, no locks
your heart
an open door
Gray woods, morning mist
hangs upon the trees, leaves decay, sway
falling to the ground
quiet this world, but for the sound of rain
washing wet the berry vines, droplets
falling to the ground
tiny sparrow flits among sheltered branches
a nest to repair, twine and twigs, little sticks
falling to the ground
Moss, softly green as grass
some bare feet to pass
red fox and deer to tread
mossy stepped, quietly the forest led
soon to rest golden heads
bright leaves
falling sleepily
to bed
There was an ancient gully
there were skeletons,
ocotillos strewn across the sand
holy places creatures crawled out from
cactus brittle, drying, lying dead
Mirages leapt – spectrally
ghost dancers, drunkards falling down again
bloodshot eyes searching,
shipwrecks, lost waters, the sea
cool river floating past the trees, you drift
crash and wake alone
cow skulls haunt you
death’s sun bleached
bones
Sad the hour of denial’s disbelief
a day that never comes when years young of frolicking
Playful sweetest boy, swaying tail pure of joy
fluff ball dog in white, too soon your tired night
Long did run, his field days sung
we say goodbye, so cold yesterday’s
setting sun
Moon winds pretend to know me
clouds steal the sky away
never knowing my name
removing the veil
what game
night stars
play
We have always had tools
how to repair
stitch the tattered, fray of us
such fools
A family, shattered
all the days our
ruins
Can we will
such storms of darkness
now to light our dawn
love’s sacred singing?
We can
lighten our souls
softly winging