from “Renditions of Change” a work in progress

Music plays under the earth;
its poetry delights,
like fireflies.
(February 8, 2019)
from “Renditions of Change” a work in progress
Music plays under the earth;
its poetry delights,
like fireflies.
(February 8, 2019)
The moon through tree’s lace
Illuminates the cracked night
A winter solstice
(December 25, 2018)
Above all the clouds—
almost a full moon:
look up from your life.
(November 25, 2018)
The moon pulls a bit
of infinite dark
over her cold pale shoulder.
(October 5, 2018)
The tree grabs the light tight
against its lithe branches,
a quick embrace, then release
into the slow evening air,
like a child running to her mother,
hugging her in affirmation,
then dancing away in delight.
(May 10, 2018)
Beauty laughs beatifically at us
who pass by obsessed with desire
and fear for the next distraction,
unaware of each moment’s
kaleidoscope rippling, like an eye
opening, toward a new horizon
in each hesitant step we take.
I open my hand as an offering
to the life we are becoming
inside this present we are in.
Beauty lives here or nowhere:
a dust mote swirls in sunlight
spilling through an open window
into this singular Sunday morning.
(February 18, 2018)
With a voice inflected
Like morning light,
You whisper in my ear.
Edges are so near;
One’s well past,
Then notices.
The rose unfolds,
Then falls.
There is never enough time.
On the verge of tears,
I hold you
In this moment:
Precarious,
Yet whole.
(December 4, 2017)