thirsty dirt drinks
gulps and gallons of drips
and drops that draw
the clouds down low
and slow to ground
below and plaster hair
to heads and leads me
in and out in boots and hats
and fancy dances through
my mind as cloud stares
flash the eye lash dripping
ripping dreams from grey skies
time flies for the rainy
grainy black and white
film pictures on my mind
my time spent watching through
the window pane as sleepy
lazy Sunday rainy afternoon
turns night and moon hid
clouds slide down the darkness
softly into sleep as blue sounds
rain songs say goodnight
goodnight
Monthly Archives: September 2012
Fall Rain
soft rains fall
with showers of leaves
as though an inner timer
tells them
it is time to let go
Waves Of Grain
Image taken by Tommy Stone
every season
has the right of it
the colors lead us
harbingers of inward turning
preparation for walls and roof
a fire and a cup of tea
we light the lights
and start the process
of huddling in
but linger for a few last looks
glimpses to carry us through
the dark and drear
until the earth can open up
and feed us again
the grasses wave
reminding us what waits
underneath future snow
as we gather
and tend the hearth
it’s sun-like glow
the smell of bread
the cycle carries memory
we will see dreams in flames
and sleep in flannel
old bones know the chill
that comes after a fall
that follows a walk
through fields of grass
In The Women’s Room
in the women’s room
they talk and there is a current
that runs underneath
the words are never
what is being said
there is warm and sister love
praise for one’s child
prayer for ones worries
like brushing hair and fixing tea
murmur of life
then there are the days
when skin is peeled off
a tiny strip at a time
so the pain isn’t even felt
until air hits exposed flesh
and they fight over chunks
of heart and soul
that curl up in corners
licking their wounds
wondering why they came
in the first place
The Change
when mists could hide
a lunar frown
I lay my human nature down
and bending oe’r
four feet to floor
no longer fight
the urge for flight
as bones would melt
and fur replace
a pleasant face
now eyes that glow
and teeth that show
the inner me
and all would flee
but I am fast and faster still
the hunt begins
a special thrill as deep inside
a monstrous mind
I know I hunt
for my own kind
and tear the flesh
a bloody snout
as you lay dead
your life spilled out
I run in dark and shadowed
places pulled like tides
I slip the traces
ears laid back I am the night
and knots untied
that held me bound
I am the blood I am the air
the night smells wash
my fears away I run and run
and find a space
to sleep
to wake
til next my moon
I ache
I’m cold
my skin
the day
Halloween is just around the corner….
I Will Be The Sun
It has been quiet here for so long – I know. The summer was busy – we are still finishing up projects we began before school started. Now I am back at work so it is weekends (until I get adjusted to not having an afternoon nap I am not worth much in the evenings!) Writing is a habit and once out of it, it becomes increasingly difficult to return. thank you to my friend for this photo that inspired me to write. Thank you Tommy Stone.
I will be the sun
rolling the darkness
out of my way as I climb
to take my place
I will bring warmth
and light
clouds may hide me
for a time
but I will wait
and I will shine again
I will teach the rainbow
where color rules
are made to be broken
and artistry can be pastels
setting fire to the sky
and delicate brushstrokes
can bring tears
to the coldest eyes
lift the saddest heart
spark hope in the hopeless
I will end the day softly
easing my way into darkness
dancing last steps across
a watercolor sky
slowly turning on soft lights
as I sleep under a deep blue blanket
sharing cloudy dreams
until my time comes round
again