It’s another autumn of changeable skies (and weather). The Oracle is very attuned to all kinds of weather.
ask earth to see through
spirit’s colors shining deep
between the wild songroots
of moon and sun
why listens to nothing–
knowing this ancient dusk
of season and light
must be full
And what of this life?
The mind sets itself, darkening,
wandering through a self-contained maze.
But here’s the sun, shining on my face–
melting the brittle brumal pathways
that detour spirit.
In the middle of the afternoon, on a clear day, the sun shines between the buildings across the street right into my windows. The other day just as I took a break and lay down on my couch, savoring the warmth, this version of John Denver’s “Sunshine” came on the radio.
Which of course made me think of George Harrison’s “Here Comes the Sun”.
Gifts. For this week’s earthweal challenge.
Magnetic dream poetry for NaPoWriMo and Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.
Crow shades
the light as dawn walks
between the secrets
of my night
Listen
Roots breathe air
into birds
climbing bright song
through tendriled dark
Follow the wind
The Oracle, as always, gives good advice.
K. 