(personal photo)
full moon –
on a Christmas bauble
wide eyes
(personal photo)
full moon –
on a Christmas bauble
wide eyes
(personal photo)
Christmas lights
a foreign galaxy
in front of our eyes
(personal photo)
on bare branches
banners curl in wind:
compass broken
(personal photo)
within the city
a buffalo stands alone
where horses once roamed
This is written in response to http://patriciasplace.me/2017/12/13/in-other-words-elf/
I’ve never thought much about being an elf.
Mischievous, clever, mysterious creatures.
Then I slept beneath a giant oak tree
and stories of the past came flooding back to me.
Answers to questions I’ve always had about myself.
(personal photo)
in that moment,
lengthened beyond the spruce
poplar sunbeams
ricochet toward my heart
and I fall in love with you
(personal photo)
the raven foretold
when all would not be well
behind dark windows,
we look at opaque panes
wondering what birds know
(personal photo)
shrubs in a snowdrift
stretch spindle arms up and out
an open embrace
ready to catch you tumble
at the end of a busy day
(personal photo)
raindrops chase us
inside an old bank
to a bard’s haunt
where walls hold his stories,
and guests seek his poetry
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each new day
begins with light in the east
to color our day,
this morning a rainbow greeted me
when I looked in your direction