


I didn’t intend this poem to be for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above, but it fit with my painting so well that it became my response–with help from the Oracle, of course.

When I visited the Oracle this morning, I could find no finish for any of my starts. So I went on with my day. When I came back, I began with a thought that completely revised itself several times before I was done.
moonwind asked light
to follow into dark–
an ancient path of secrets
fertile with earth air–
verdant roots growing spirit
from the colors of dawn–
wandering vivid and shining
between deep and wild
I’ve had too many gloomy thoughts lately. The Oracle knows the healing power of the earth. And tonight the half-moon, misty with clouds of hope.
