so ~

02 Sunday Nov 2014

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bliss, breath, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, gravel roads, love, old maps, passion, poetry, relationship, sacred intimacy, spirit, strength, surrender, truth, understanding, unremembered, wonder

all
and for only
an eternity this
held to the warmth
of my heart
a poem to feel
as surrender
it seems
was somewhere intended
in living to go
what will
have I garnered
shall I witness anew
held to the flame
you are setting
me so

. . .

moments ~

02 Sunday Nov 2014

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bliss, breath, connection, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, poetry, restless, spirit, strength, value, wonder

a blanket covers
the path to the barn
a golden red river
of yesterday’s green
I love how it sings
with each tender step
how the wind
makes a wave of a moment
forgot

. . .

rainbows ~

31 Friday Oct 2014

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becoming, bliss, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, dreaming, dreams, fearless, flannel, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, postmark, sacred intimacy, solace, southern, spirit, strength, understanding, value, woman, wonder

morning
and I hear
soul in the rain
dancing the two step
on tin

shimmering light
as rainbows
I colored
of faraway places
retracing
again

soft recollection
of kiss
and caress
storms in the forest
– dreams
we begin

branches
are touching
where music still plays
a murmur
of longing
let loose
to the wind

. . .

left on the morning ~

30 Thursday Oct 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, faith, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, southern, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

destiny sleeps
in sheets of november
a provision
of summers long passed
bested in shades –
a blush yet becoming
the same as was once
you saw me
this way

kissed by the shadows
and left
on the morning
wanting for nothing
but another first time
returning as blossom
unremembered
to falling

as thistle to reason –
longing divine

let me to find you
when snow
bends the cedars
as wintertime warmed
to a place
by my name
take of my always
one more hereafter
sleep where I’m dreaming
with memories
of may

. . .

held by the edges ~

27 Monday Oct 2014

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i will remember
this day
as a moment so tender
held by the edges
and folded just so

my soul will
revisit
the gift in its giving
where the light of forever
was shown first
to me

Author’s Note: I’ve spent the last few days at a lake cabin
owned by new friends. It is a place which calls us only ever (just) to be.
Leaves fall as schedules scatter.

. . .

gift ~

21 Tuesday Oct 2014

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lines –
no more
than a memory crossed
a moment made rare
by the living
the slightest allowance
of light touching light
eternity held
(a breath)
between sighs

offered
you back
as a gift
unexpected
a version of story
(was glory) divine
all I was meant
a place on your going
sweet mountain laurel
– soft southern
skies

. . .

habits ~

18 Saturday Oct 2014

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sleepy threads
and coffee makes
a story out of nothing
but rings
where I’ve forgotten
who was sleeping
by my side

habits shared
and graces
have a way
of getting older
a sweet caress
is sometimes best
denied

morning keeps
her secrets well
and no one knows to talk
of shadows come
and who is left
to say

passion wears
a flannel gown
and takes her comforts
slow

fingers trace
the memory
of stay

. . .

into falling ~

17 Friday Oct 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry, Storytelling

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a length of thread
worn golden here –
laced and stitched
and braided
as endless as the summers
gone before
were truths
already taken –
lie awake
we come again

backwards into falling
morning dreams

are hastened
by the twilight –
frosted with the dew
a fleeting kiss
where breath forgot to take
our name as taste
to autumn lips –
nights we lingered so
above the place
remembered
to our soul

caught in spells
of once I was –
and begged me not to go
beyond the break
of love
into a word I couldn’t say –
a time we passed
along and still
looking for today
a fortune green
of four leaf kind
stars betrayed our realm

crossed and back
returning
to begin

. . .

familiar stars ~

16 Thursday Oct 2014

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in places
I am felt the same
by friend
the autumn red
in dreams
I am
no different
for ways by which
I came
my hand is held
beneath familiar stars
time
is not yet folded
sheets are not yet dry
the sun is there
and all the children
mine
paradise
or what you say
of promises
we kept
never meant
this sacred door
to close
breezes blow
from just beyond
the reach of circumstance
calls to me
another name
I know