End of Day
Slogging onward
ever chilled
as sinking sun
casts warm glow
over distant shore
and fools the senses
into a promise
of warmth
it can’t deliver
as ice cold water
chills the toes
in the embrace
or waterproof boots
This is the landscape
of my emotions
Not Yet In the Clear
The sun cuts
through the clouds
and basks upon
my face
but I cannot feel
the joy
of it’s touch
just yet
even as I strive
to reach for
joyous sensation
yet only feel
the husk
of what could be
Saturday Spellcraft
Whispered secrets
and scented smoke
as herbs make quiet
crunching sounds
in harmony
with the scrape
of pestle
within stone bowl
while energy rises
and swirls around
gathering strength
with every sound
of chiming bell
as it grows and grows
and then is released
as intentions flow
Husks of Winter
Dry whispers
swirl in the air
as spring’s first breath
brushes over
the husks of flora
dormant
and looking dead
but just at rest
and waiting
to awaken
and be renewed
until once more
lush and green
Awaiting the Spring
Winter takes a heavy toll
upon nature’s green
turning so much to gray
as dried grasses
and dormant trees
await the warmth
of spring’s sweet breeze
only the evergreens
stand tall and bright
but they are also
in on the fight
with sparse branches
ready to sprout
as soon as the seasons
turn about
Unconditional Love
Here I sit at a table
of worn wood
with cards in my hands
and a whisper at my ear
as the cards
and sensations
mesh into more
to tell of secrets
as I delve into mysteries
with the knowledge
that I am loved
a certainty never known
before him
Twisting the Leaf 