Heat comes after the cool of morning down out of a clear blue skythat reaches upwards towards forever. Land bakes underoven-air that parchesgrass and flower,sears the souland wearies hearts and limbs. Over the mountainsbuilding toweringdarkening clouds confoundthe sunbright heatlift windsfling lightning boltsand grumbleand deluge at lastto bludgeon flowersinto the sudden mudbut the grasslikes it. Passing, …
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California Summer
Summer heat– sweet relief in darkened hall beneath the fan, the rumbling wind, the storm that blew the cool all through the house… I’d catch a chill and die, they claimed. Disbelieving, driven out to play, I’d wait another chance… Summer feet– freed from socks and kedsnot always sufficiently aware of bees among the clovers …
4-Hour Night
Morning creeps in,My head is not ready for it.It glows against the mountainagainst the quiet cloudstinging all things goldenas they brighten to full day… I am not readywanting the landscapes stillof dreamsof downy comforter and bedpillowing my headin sleep, dayless,consciousless… Slowly, relentlesslyday pushes outthe shadows of the house;world sounds,the silence of the head and house… Body nags its …
Homestead
It was spring and everything was new–Life and love and everything, and everything we planted grew!The door you’d made was open wide,the scent of new wood on the airthat brought the warmth of spring insideand stirred your soft and tawny hair… Summer came and baby’s laughter rangthrough the vine-thick upper frame,and all the lullabies I sangwhile lower, …
Mystic Whispers:The Wreck of the Faery Galleon
A sailor stands on a quiet deck in the still of a peaceful night–He suddenly sees, like a cobweb-dream, a galleon of faery-light, riggings of gossamer, translucent and pale, looming up high to port. Silently sailing, as if quite alone, as if no more solid than thought– wonder and marvel, afloat on a sea as …
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Apricots Growing Wild
Sweet, sweet, wild fruitin the first heat of the day in the desert… Cool and sweet, unlooked-for treat in the desert morning, an oasis… Nectar, glowing, sweet as light, and chill, from the night. Cool and sweet delight heralded by wasps drunk with pleasure… They do not sting, I do not kill– Sweet truce in …
Mystic Whispers: Icarus in the Sky
Icarus, Icarus, foolish lad! It’s the worst idea you’ve ever hadand there were others I thought were bad! To soar to the stars, you demented bird,takes more than wax wings, or hadn’t you heard?My lad, you have flown to the height of absurd! And yet, and yet, the impulse was grand, though you never considered …
The Crow
How do I know me?Can I count the ways?No, really, Can I? Ups and downs and ins and outs…so many of methere seem to beI can hardly sort them allkeep them straightgive timeattentionenergyin fair divide… Who speaks? Which one of metodayis most distraughtdetermineddriven by a feeling,by a cause…? Who of myselveschooses what look to wear today,what colorsstylefabrics and designs? …
Bitter Grapes
Wine was once upon a time divine but now, somehow, the elegance is soured as it’s taken and devoured what I knew of you and thought was fine. You sleep it off, unconscious that the sabotage is done, today, tonight are gone, tomorrow spoken for with stumbling tongue and eyes that will not wake to …
Caught in the Act
(I heard the crunching of cat food in the night that did not sound quite right, got up and found a very small, very young possum raiding the cat’s dish.) I am small I am fierce I will biteif you poke at meagain! I will gnash hiss snarl biteif you bother me,you Big! Snap hiss …
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