Beaming orb of day
Climbing the trunks of the trees
Illuminating the dawning gold
With its heavenwards ascent
Autumnal Temple
Hilltop Lunar Spirits
That full moon’s been coming
Rising up from the distant horizon
Like some glowing gas giant
Dawning over some far away world
Void Walker
You will find no reflection here
Once you unfix your gaze
And look past these darkened irises
Into the abyssal pools they frame
Sisters of the Sky
I come here
Blue feathered heart on my chest
And the jay calls over the horizon
As though she remembers
Equinox
If only we could stay in balance here
Teetering on this wind
Waving up from hot sandy beaches
To the copper leafed hills
Into the Marrow
Down into the marrow
Where the bones bleed
And the blood is born
The boiling cauldron
Alive
The beauty never stops
Even when I close my eyes
The gleaming green grass glows
Through my eyelids
When There Weren’t Orange Groves
I still smell the orange trees blossoming
As spring begins to dawn
We would drive along the eucalyptus wind breaks
Through the fields and groves
Gossamer Daydreams
We were gossamer daydreams
Floating lightly on our pillowed backs
Faces to the illumination above
Never looking down
Gods of Hearth and Home
I remember feeling safe though I was small
The long wood panels of the floor creaked under my tiny feet
Humming the house’s hellos to me
The sunlight came in through the old glass windows
