
Softening Stone
(for Ann) Silent and beautiful, the artful earth in rising green and silver sea. I drink the free air and let her beauty soak my
(for Ann) Silent and beautiful, the artful earth in rising green and silver sea. I drink the free air and let her beauty soak my
Slack tide seas mope about, then silence falls, a welcome blanket. The lure of deep water and gathering night held to the mystery I kneel
Sitting quiet, thoughts flow with the tide, nameless waters broad to the horizon, lift and fall. Iris rise in spring sun, their color purple, as
Silent as the earth I match her pace, steady and serene in evening quiet. Why conjure problems while swallows perform, the world bathed in light?
Dark night beauty, densely clouded skies, rain showering the metal roof. I rest in this comfort, alien to bright lights, discordant sound, retreat to where
Hidden by the noise the druids signal, messages of rebirth within chaos. From the dark night forest and fortresses of grace, on hummingbird wings and
Tracking my years like water on stone, drip.. drip.. drip.. the hardest places dissolve to sand as stone opens to the light beyond.
Bring me day in sunlit glory, vital earth and flowing tide. Bring me night, moonlit haunting, cry of owls and stars in flight. Bring me
Warm before the fire I watch trees flower and gray valley skies soften in growing light. Neither cold nor hot in the changing time, winter
Pulled from the morass, I see evergreens in the distance and messages of earth alive in fading blooms of the plum. Quiet before the mystery,
Quiet the restless mind, still the surge of emotion. Let this hour belong to the One who grants the gift. Leave the drunkards at their
Slow to awaken, slow to follow bear from winter’s cave, as redbuds leaf and plum trees flower the deep earth signal. Hungry for light I
Dragons of the defiled mind roar against spring tree flowers, breathe fire upon the sleeping. Death, death it is their horrid voices croak, as mountain
The slow light of morning slips into awakening with secrets of the dawn, of silence stored in mountain caves lined with walls of ice, flowing
When snow covers the valley the time is here to slow down, to let earth’s winter rhythm seep into the deep-celled longing of the body