I awakened
this morning
remembering my
yearning…
Ah, the longest day
of the year had passed
the night before.
A seasonal cycle completed –
now possible reprieve?
Honoring the Turning
I spent
hours present
to bees and birds;
diamond sun
glittered and spun.
I wandered
here and there
under gold and
lemony green
inhaling the scent of lilies,
startling mama grouse,
singing to the brook,
recalling nightmares
of shrinking waters –
(never imagining
this future wold come).
I leaned into Northwest wind.
Although brisk it
seemed benign,
not intent upon
splintering shipwrecked birches.
Some snapped
like matchsticks
last spring.
In the balsam scented dusk
I prayed for rain –
to soften cracked ground,
to bring courage, endurance,
and relief .
A forest fed jewel –
Hummingbird,
hovered overhead.
You’re too vulnerable
She said.
Some nights
– dying forests
– dead birds
billions annihilated
total invisibility,
my overwhelming fear
bring killers to life
How could we?
I long to retaliate –
such outrageous injustice.
If only…
My sun is sinking
under a bittersweet horizon.
Implosion, Explosion.
A light goes out.
Shivering stars
a silver moon
and the split
knife of a battered mind
keep me awake
until dawn –
When I hear
my lover’s voice –
sweet rain begins to fall.
One thunderous rumble
and illusion shatters
– a screeching
metal sheet
pounds stones
beneath my feet.
A raging deluge
obliterates the road,
pummels flowers,
rips leaves from trees
and I’m half
crazy
with the knowing
more extremes are on the way.
