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
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.
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
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.
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
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?
While she sits with thoughts in stillness the world whirs all around her Is she indeed the shadow or is she the shadow-maker? While the light creates the boundaries of her shadow thoughts the shadow thoughts define the edges of the light Sometimes the light and darkness are marbled into grey containing both the light … More Thinking in the Shadows
Light illuminates consuming all energy until it births dark Another poem inspired by the winter solstice. Image by Pixabay
Light is a gift to the sky Air is a gift to voice Talk is a gift to friendship Handholding gifts a stroll Hiking is a gift to a home Roofs are gifts to migrating flocks Birds are gifts to the heavens The sky is a gift to light Image is an original photo … More Present Cycle
mistakes birth aha’s and cracked glass prisms the light embrace imperfection This haiku was the final part of a haiku trilogy I posted earlier this year called Wabi Sabi. Today’s Daily Prompt is Glass and it seemed appropriate to revisit this verse. Image revised from an original on Pixabay.