invitation

leaning into warmth
the humming grew louder

listening for indigo
her sing song sisters
thistle and swan

longing for her blue spirit child
she couldn't bear life without

the invisible chanteuse
spoke through gypsy ghosts

of impossible apple~eyed dreams
her exuberant soul of moonlit poses

full of sacred shenanigans
yet determined to find the golden bowl

climb down wisteria vines
creep inside this moss lined nest

drink deep the joy
of my waiting minstrel heart

seek me fearlessly
in this year of dragons

i have such sweetness to give
my orange blossom maiden

you are my infinite happy
love come home!

epiphany

birth and rebirth, life...
a leaf floating on water,
stream of consciousness

music, the divine
voice of infinite love plays
in every heartbeat

snow

wrapped in black leather he walks in

i smell the breath of ice angels

on his pink cheeks , his eyes wide ~

an ember, my heart now glows

and finally christmas arrives

halfway through january

and i make that solemn

promise to myself again ~

i'll grow a winter orange tree

and swallow a seed from it

or maybe two,

just for luck.

passage

the last taste of ocean air

gossamer sweet,

filling the cotton candy lungs

of that surfer girl ~


sails shredded,

adrift in salt water,

like a forgotten mermaid

as the sky slips into itself

and another angel crosses

shibari~winged into

elysian realms

bending light

with the heartbeats

and cooing of newborns

carving a door

with rose blood

and dove feathers

this is the background noise of heaven,

the barrage of insect prayers

who could never begin to know

the wretched bliss awaiting

they would be transformed by eternal gleaners

the chaff of never-ending souls shedding hope,

an ocean of being existing

ever beyond the breath,

just out of reach.

color

white curtain, white cat

sunlight fades ~ twilight arrives
blue curtain...

blue cat

birth

souls sleep with the dead
curled up inside spirit
dreaming life alive...

cover

catalpa leaves,

umbrellas...

yellow - golden - green

draping doves

and us

flight

shining white biplane
deer people sing about love
sparrows shape the wind...

sleep

turning,
deep in night
churning,
silken tentacles
his hair chasing mine