winter

weathering

Even in the midst of a snowstorm, the Oracle is thinking of the moon.

raw soaring storms sing
the music of wind—we swim
dreaming beyond sleep

we ache for the still shadow
of the black moon whispering

bare beneath sea-sky
all the mother languages
held inside light

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

into itself

into itself s

winter leaves, overlapping
with cold wind, rain,
clouds that permeate

each every day
footsteps too heavy
to follow another

enclosed in lethargy,
the hours devoid
of song, stagnant

from here to anywhere,
held in pause–
each day a tunnel

searching for openings–
starsunmoon
glowing

A quadrille for Lillian at dVerse, using the word glow.

I always like to photograph my art in natural light, but it’s so dark here today, I also did some with the overhead light on. It gives everything a yellow tone, and doesn’t show the subtle shifts in the color any better. Maybe they’re too subtle.