Bardos*

When I look at stars on a clear nightI know the light I see maybe emitted a million years pastmight come from a now-extinct starby the time its light reaches my eyesbut I notice the light and sigh When awakened by the bird singing outside my windowI know the trill I hear has already ceasedby the time it reaches my earbut I notice the song and sigh When I feel my exhalationdispersed into a breezeI know that particular breathis already gone foreverbefore I inhale againbut I notice the life and sigh * Bardo is the Tibetan term for the intermediate state or gap we experience between death and our … More Bardos*

Prismed

Sunlight prismed through beveled glasscast color-auras on the walls Bathed in joy of sun’s bent colorshe approached to offer affection with rainbows on his forehead Photo from my personal collection, altered through Corel’s Paint Shop Pro

Fullness

Tonight, I introduce myselfto the moonagainwhile she is full,glimmering on the lakeas a genial specter in nocturnal play Her fullnessmakes my sorrowsseem small I can be the tiny creature,she can be mature fullnesslet her swaddle me in her lightwrap me in her reflectionsteady my discursive thinkingwith her enlightenment This post was inspired by the Billy … More Fullness

Gratitude in Grey

Gazing at the grey winter skyshe throws gratitude into the worldbecause here comes another drab dayas if that weren’t expected this time of yearbut gratitude births its own lightillumines even gloom Graphic is a modified original watercolor painting.

Wassailing

Throw a yule log on the fireconjure up some wassailmake a wreath of evergreenslight a candle flame Celebrate the darknesswelcome growing lightwinter comes with stillnessprepares for growth anew

Winter Sky

I puzzle over how the winter sky sheds frozen tears Is she longing for the light? Or is she sending treasures to earth as the fruits of her joy?   Image from my personal collection.

Lightning Luminaires

Tiny fleeting spotlights disappear as they arise not beaming to illuminate stars upon a stage but briefly shining light upon a myriad of ordinary moments lived in untamed fields on summer nights  Day Twenty-three prompt: Write a poem about an animal. I chose to write about fireflies or lightning bugs as we called them when I … More Lightning Luminaires

Are We There Yet?

So often car trips are sprinkled with back seat travelers asking, “Are we there yet?” In our family the running joke to answer that question was always, “We’re here now.” Of course that didn’t answer the essence of the question about the destination, but did emphasize the value of the journey. I took this photo … More Are We There Yet?

Fire Haiku

Light illuminates consuming all energy until it births dark   Another poem inspired by the winter solstice.   Image by Pixabay