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red orange heated rush
too hot to handle too hot to touch
smoldering lava flow
willow the wisps glowing embers
erupting volcanoe
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red orange heated rush
too hot to handle too hot to touch
smoldering lava flow
willow the wisps glowing embers
erupting volcanoe

December wishes
sparkle among starlit skies
rise along moonbeams
trace a path of hope
from your lips to my heart
Dear friends,
I want to wish you all the best of the holiday season. I am grateful for the inspiration I have received from reading many of your posts and I am grateful for the encouraging comments many of you have chosen to send to me.
I will be away until January 8th for a fabulous trip to Antarctica. I plan to share photos and thoughts about the trip when I return!
Merry Christmas Everyone
May 2016 be more than Amazing 🙂
Sincerely,
Mary

(internet photo)
cozily wrapped
colorful alpaca strands
tickle your freckles
the scent of your childhood
clings to my scarf
Trees yawn. Outdoor colors fade.
Wind cools short days.
Leaves skip and dance, filling corners
with secrets.
A gust sends them tittering
like giggling school girls excited
about tomorrow night’s party.
Family and friends gather.
Hands join, heads bow
around sacrificial bird stuffed
with hopes and dreams for another year.
Thanks are given for food on plates
and warm homes.
Thanks for nature’s bounty.
Thanks for peace in our country.
Thanks for a day to remember love
that surrounds us.
Thanks, simply, for the magical gift of life.
Winter prepares to blanket sleepy earth.
Cold fingers nudge into night.
Tonight, no weight. The sun slants over
the city, air lifts and cools. Below the weir
cormorants form a black line, patient fishers
with a solemn duty. If I keep walking,
these lit houses, traffic, the glow
of office towers will become a dark blue
backdrop, and I will be in a field. The smell
of ripe timothy and brome. Owls calling.
I love this world. And I will wait here for you.
“Ever since Bliss heard your name, it has been running
through the streets trying to find you.”
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice – –
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried,
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do – –
determined to save
the only life you could save.
Be kind, for everyone you meet
is fighting a great battle.
– Philo of Alexandria