Tag: Poetry

Glory Be

The Pull of the Tides and Fall Harvest Moon
Drew me towards Year’s End, New Decade of
Possibilities. Winter rode Waves of early Sunsets,
Festival Lights and Celebrations.

 January Dawns with an Invitation to move Gingerly
Over Frozen Ground, Peer through Bared Arms
Of Nature at the Open Horizon. Resolve, Re-vision,
Slow down,  Change of Rhythm. 

Well, Glory Be! These Words escape my Lips
A bit like Bird-Song, An Awakening Mantra.
Surprise, Delight, tinged with Gratitude, another
Day to Spin with the Earth, Circle the Sun.

Glory Be! Keep an Eye out for the Wonders,
Gifts that keep my World in Balance,
Heal the Hurts, Right the Wrongs, Hold to the
Promise, for Love is the Axis on which we Turn.

Glory Be

In Memoriam

The Truth is I can only hold onto Truth
for the length of a deep breath of
awe. A glimmer of light, ten beats of
my heart before reality fills the space
with emotions, needs, dreams,
making it difficult to savor  the
delicious freedom of Truth.

Yesterday, shrouded in the pain of absence I
searched for an answer – how to stop
an unbearable ache not found in my mind
or seared in my heart, rather embedded
in every disposition of my spirit, pulse
of my body, charge of my brain. I
knew she was not longer here.

My red and white soft furred border-collie,
with the freckles and snout of a brittany,
gifted with unending love, bearer of divine
gift to everyone who stopped long enough
to catch her eye. A single treat ensured life-
long devotion. Her life not nearly long enough.
We released her from suffering with a
great desire that she might truly run free.

Today I encountered in a fleeting moment
acceptance of her life as temporal presence,
a gift wrapped in an eternal love.
In that moment of oneness I knew
she marked my being with a love
that will never diminish, that cannot
be taken away, a gift for all eternity.

Now there abides in my reality absence
and presence, pain and healing.
The truth is that loss is only bearable
when I remember that the essence
of a life endures forever in love.

Kate

 

Wedding Trail

Summer weds autumn on this dense
forest trail; white wood asters line the
bridal path, candelabras of goldenrods,
red maple leaves scattered like rose petals
along the path,  sun struck mica glittering,
wedding  jewels. Through the laurel arch,
past the birch and poplar stands, witnesses
bearing boutonnieres of purple turtle heads,
bouquets of white snake root; a scent of
decay nourishes life unseen; breezes stir
nature’s memory, recalling the Cherokee
partnered with the land, grateful for this
hallowed Black Mountain. The South Toe River,
faithfully moving to its Source, carries our
vows to come this way once again.

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A Hint of Lavendar

Marmalade in the Morning

The morning sun stretches,
yawning wide over mountain
ridges before slipping back
under a thick grey quilt.

Eager dark clouds push
their way across the day
while I spread lemon and
lavender marmalade over
toasted English muffin.

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Late Afternoon Tea

Clouds smudged with the
grime of a day’s journey
align like runners carrying
a banner, “Look to the West”.

Blue, crystal blue patches
make way as day dwindles.
My last sip of lavender
and chamomile tea.

Cloud Blue Crystal