magnetic poetry

moondawn

The Oracle is still wandering with the moon.

I usually get up between around 6 am, and I’ve been photographing the sky out my windows, front and back, for a few months now. Last week was only the second time I’ve seen it out the kitchen window at that time.

The very next morning it was out front, to the south, as usual.

between never and spring
roots cycle thick beneath earth

listen

trees sing of always
and birds climb winter wind
into this wandering moonlit dawn

walk here

amidst the deep season
of sacred now

blanketing

The Oracle was quick, short, and sweet today.

deep blue wanders dawn
in wind wild with winter song–
I follow beneath

the cover of almost full
moonlight—ancient poetry

to sail or to swim

The Oracle begins the year for me with questions–not a surprise. My dreams have been vivid of late.

I did a series of these small circle collages for NaPoWriMo 2017. They continue to resonate .

ask the wind if the moon cries
when dreams are lost
in stilled seas

can the sky sing life back
with blue light?

will we be who we are
as time blows the ship of sleep
from here to there?

beclouded

The Oracle knew exactly what she wanted to say this morning.

here are rivers
of dark night
wandering into cold winter rain

no moon lights
the lonely path
between the worlds beneath and above

who but spirit
knows how to
shine us through this deep climb?

through paths long like never

The days seem shorter than usual this winter, and greyer. The Oracle knows.

always this leavetaking–
as if the wind was a light,
an ancient breathsong to follow
into rivers rooted
beneath deep forest moonshine–
a secret buried between
winter’s dark quiet
and the cloud-covered sun

intersections 2

The Oracle had the birdlings on her mind.

remember the evening sky?

each starwish so light
it sounded with the voices
of soaring between

the night opened full into
a thousand spirits
belonging to moments felt
only as wingsong

on the wings of ghostlight

The one word the Oracle was certain she wanted me to use this morning was coffee.

drink stars in your morning
coffee
ask for sky voices to wake
the heart
remember the magic lingering like oceans
dancing
on rhythms of never
mind
give time the eye
of breath
listen with flying
colors
sail open the dark hole
of night