Category Archives: Poetry

Underneath the bones, my wings are pushing out

Lughnasa and the Michaelmas Moon Sunday gratefuls: Susan. The Woolly Retreat. Pruning. Yet more of Kate’s jewelry. Satisfaction at getting things done. Subway. Stinker’s gas. Lodgepoles. Black Mountain. That one forerunner Aspen. Golden. The Stars. The blackness of Space. Four … Continue reading →

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What a Woman

Summer and the Moon of Lughnasa Tuesday gratefuls: Ruth. Gabe. Jon. Pruning. Proceeding. Oyama, sushi. Shadow Mountain. My foundation. Hawai’i. Joe. Seoah. Mary and Diane. Mark. Allergies. Pollen. Kate expressed in her jewelry, her clothing, her stash, her tools for … Continue reading →

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Ashes

Beltane and the Shadow Mountain Moon Saturday gratefuls: Cool trades. Flowers lying in the grass, fallen from the tree. Birds, creatures of two realms, some three. This Cattle Egret. That Brazilian Cardinal. Heat in Colorado. Fire danger. Hawai’i. Words. Letters. … Continue reading →

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Into the Deep End. Joyfully.

Beltane and the Shadow Mountain Moon Friday gratefuls: Kabbalah Experience. Jamie. Hawai’i. Its splendid isolation. The cool Trade Wind. My heart, opening. Joy. Joy. Joy. Down in my heart to stay. Kate, always Kate. Murdoch curled up on the couch. … Continue reading →

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Messianic Times

Beltane and the Shadow Mountain Moon Endless Messiah Contemplation Water rippled by trade Winds, an endless path Travels up, up into the clear blue Sky. Made fresh, Land its Plants, its Animals drink and live. Ancient, received not made … Continue reading →

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O Sullen God

Late Wednesday. My Psalm of healing. For Friday’s class A Psalm. A Prayer. A Theology. O sullen divinity of my youth You took away my legs O silent god you made me lie down, Unable to walk. You … Continue reading →

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Psalm for a Wednesday

Imbolc and the Megillah Moon Friday gratefuls: No lupron. Good PSA’s. Dog warmth, cold night. Kate and her sisters. Pickup at Safeway. Bright Snow. Lodgepoles. Black Mountain. Bunch Grass. Wild Rugosa. Mushrooms. Friends, old and new. Covid. Purim today. Sparks … Continue reading →

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No More Checking on the Idiot

Imbolc and the waning Wolf Moon Friday gratefuls: Kate. Scott. Bill’s tough assignment for Sunday morning. Seeing into ourselves. And talking about it. Biden. Better than expected. He’s got momentum. And, public opinion. 45 fading out. His impeachment. Colder weather … Continue reading →

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Imbolc 2021

Imbolc and the Wolf Moon Monday gratefuls: Easy Entrees bacon wrapped pork tenderloins. Green Beans. Kate’s no nausea days. House cleaning today. LLBean and my new shearling hurricane shirt. The Ancient Ones tell stories around the council fire. Tom’s story. … Continue reading →

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The Hill We Climb

Winter and the Imbolc Moon Friday gratefuls: Tatiana. A fib. Murdoch’s journey. Brenton. Kate. House cleaning and house cleaners. Morning. Afternoon. Evening. Each day. The sun. The waxing moon. Alan. New meds for Kate. well worth repeating. put on your … Continue reading →

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AncienTrails

We all walk ancientrails. Welcome to the journey.