And Onward

WordPress seems to not like making new posts this week – I will ask Tech Support to solve the problem. Meanwhile, I am working on a new collection of Moon poetry.

August 17th

Fire tornadoes in the headlines,

But Sgiob and I
(and small dog Max)
had a beautiful woods walk before coming to this virtual desk.

A beautiful spirit gave me a beautiful gift –
and the challenge to use it in good faith.
I have fought the demon which says to lay it by, pristine,
unmarred by me.

Challenge accepted – with a tiny bit of trembling and a tiny false start –
Thanks, Val.

29 July

I have an evening habit of going outdoors
to give the dogs their moment, of course,
but that’s not the whole of the thing.

I have an evening habit of going outdoors
and I look at the sky –

Clouds or moon or Hunter
Last night it was the Mama Bear
and the just-more-than-First-Quarter moon
and Jupiter
and Saturn
and Arcturus

And I realized.
I go out to check on my friends.

July 17th, 2020

It’s not cold, but it’s damp and cool enough for a shawl,
a multi-colored shawl which was a beautiful, thoughtful gift,
long and wide and silky enough to use for a headscarf when that’s what’s needed.

Thunderstorms have been brewing, but they have not really covered us in glorious power yet this week, I would like that, some glorious thunderstorm power.

July 3d

I didn’t want to turn on the light this morning.
The shade of cool grey out there is absolutely perfect,
some amalgam of cloud and fog
and a drizzle threatened, but not until later,
and the light is filtered into a gentle, cozy sort of daylight
that is not bold, but rather, kind.