Dimming of the day
walking away from twilight gold
Feel the weight of its cloak
River Lee’s flowing down slow
through Cork town into the Celtic Sea
She’s never looking back
at who she leaves behind
River Lee
Tag Archives: nature
A Hole in the Wall
Sheep watch with curiosity ready
for flight should you become dangerous
Talk soft like you place your boots
hoping there’s no bog below to seep in
Green is green
Ocean’s wild
You’re an actor in this epic scene
You alone with your whispers and wonder
Lean into stone window for faerie views
No one but painted sheep to question you
Waves
Waves on the sand
carry letters
whisper stories
All we are is motion
balance on the wind
Pausing for Breath
Sit on that bench awhile
Look up at that sky
Listen to the birds call
Imagine what they talk about
Early one morning when you’re feeling glad
Grateful just to be still around
Lace up your boots and start walking
Up around the corner
Climb some hill
Take that stick waiting
There among the ferns
Grip it like a sheep herder
Like some old woman or man
Yes, keep on moving
But pause for breath too
There is time enough for everything
If you value the precious in you
Shelter es c
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Inappropriate footwear
slows the pace
mind your steps
mind the path ahead
mind szzzthe earth below
mind your mind
pause for quiet homage
pause for gratitude
raise your gaze highway
from beneath the grace of shade
one hundred years standing
balsam poplar still reaches
to touch the edge of summer clouds
Starting With The Sky
One lonesome dove cry
Late afternoon clouds drifting
Silence between breaths
Purposeful Purposeless
Go to the beach. Go to the part where nobody lingers. The heron is watching. Seagulls survey. There’s the smell of saltwater. Seaweed tangled among stones. Fragments of shells. Half crabs. Splinters of sunwashed bone. Hear the song of the waves drifting out drifting in. Redwinged Blackbird calls from undercover of wild roses.
Driftwood messengers
Heartbeat rhythm on the wind
Shifts of time
Sky Faces
You can’t depend on their presence
You cannot summon them with command
Sky faces drift on a time outside of time
They carry messages from places of knowing
Just out of grasp
Speaking a language you’ve yet to learn
Obscured from sight by light step dancers
Sky faces are playful tricksters
They swoop in close
Breath sweet spearmint and clover
On silent wings they glide low and high
Leave you wanting
Promising—-
In time, maybe when you’re older
On some still early morning mist rising
As a new sun spreads life to shivered earth
Sky faces will linger, sip of your offering
Whisper words in the language of your heart
Keep Out
From where you now stand
Verdant fields appear friendly
You’re ready to leap
Sky Talk
Study the language
What is the first line
When did your understanding begin
How many questions have you asked
Why not
Who are you now
Who were you before
What is the one purpose to which you aspire
The sky delivers notes on a messenger bird
Check your pockets
You may imagine you need a translator
You need only be still
Be
What is the message
What does a sky know anyway
More than I
More than you
A dimensional traveller
A seer
A curator of acts
A promulgator of fate
A harbinger
A collage of beauty and debris
A curtain of velvet and chain
A theatre of death metal and symphony
A canvas for reverence and horror
A chameleon of change and stasis
A prophet of mysterium tremendum
Whose eyes witness this same sky
What message do you send
When you believe no one sees
But the eyes of your intention
What is your métier
Today is the matter
Tomorrow you may know better
Forever soars with tireless wings
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