Light the hearth ye mortal men
as dark descends and summer ends!
The veil between the here and then
grows thin and bids us welcome in
our kin who’ve crossed the by-and-by.
Let’s dance and celebrate my dears
Full harvest blessings bounty here
Tis not a time of doom or fear
As ancient souls brush ever near
And flash the corners of our eyes.
May life and this day find you well
this happy Hallowe’en!
~Kat ~ October 2014
Another plot of earth, another lifetime, but once again I am twitterpated by the elegance of one of my favorite trees…a poem from time past but still true…with a bit of camera magic to multiply my delight. What’s that I see? A faerie lighting on my fledgling tree! Can you see her too? Magic is afoot this balmy summer’s eve.
Magnolia, emerging despite herself
now stands ten feet tall. I remember
when she was only three, wondering if her pale,
leathery leaves would survive the winter.
She has endured ice, snow, wind, glaring sun
seeming, surprisingly, stronger for it,
fragrant blossoms bursting with tenacity.
Her cumbersome, awkward extremities
have now softened – luminous, transparent,
fragile. Not hardened by life’s crushing blows,
when wind does howl, she bends as if caressed –
unguarded, grace-filled, refined, generous
with deep-rooted wisdom, doing what trees do
best – growing, yielding, season to season.
kat 2001
1.
the edge of my peripheral view
caught a glimpse of you
drinking me
i dared not return your gaze
for fear of succumbing
piercing intensity
branded the nape of my neck
trembling waves of air
fluttered wisps of my hair
as you blinked
2.
hair on end
arcing to brush
your aura
when not
by chance
we touch
then try to pull
away like mercury
colliding
3.
breathless
sublime
smile
remembering
rapturous refrains
tracing
swelling syllables
through
my
soul
4.
the wind
played its part
wooing when
seconds past
your passing
bore your fragrance
seizing me
5.
you exhaled
in close proximity
i turned
inhaling deeply
perchance to share
the moist warm air
that once filled
space inside
of you
6.
fleeting images
embosomed
pale light dancing
on luminous skin
scintillating splendor
soft tossed hair
time eclipsed
in memory
if ever my soul longs
i find you there
7.
aching distance
taunts my senses
scents startle
shadows hound
voices mimic
daggers pierce
my soul
i bleed
kat 2001
From the archives…a poem written in 2001…
like mercury colliding... 