easter weekend – beforeand after autumn rainwe walked the fern paththe damp underfoot paththe deep tree shadeblue sky raven paththat flows along the riverclimbs slowly until the quiet deepbecomes the flow rush through river grass,marimbas smooth over rocks,dashes pool to pooluntil birdsong becomes the river calling loudlyas it falls white water to dark pools. we…
still now,with morningsspeaking in dragon breathand prophetic tonguesof shortening daysand the cold that comesthat comes –still nowthe birds proclaim the day,call clear bluehorizon to horizonwhile singing autumn songs,gorging themselveson fruit full ripe andsweet with sunlight gatheredand grown to seed.
sunbird against the window this morning first light must have come in through the new opened door purring wings against the glass quicker than the cat i cover her in hands still the beating wings feel her long beak find rest between fingers outside above the valley i slowly release her body no bigger…
how did the cicadas know to sing this strange summer – two days of bare arms, melted cats and the loud growing of greens, tendrilled peas pulling tender leaves up the trellis. sunday brings rain and we turn once more to the quieting of the year.
my words are few under this greying sky, wind tossing the trees among clouds that smell of rain while the goats stand by, watching in a reverent silence punctuated only by the drag of branch, snap of twigs. i had cut back the brambles yesterday – cool under a distant blue sky, picked my way…
it was full dark before i made my way inside hands full of cactus dahlias and roses full blown before promised rain. these autumn evenings catch me – sending bats to flit the sky while i feel the last kiwi cuttings into the soil, water late season tomatoes new planted. it is better this way,…
puff adder calls an end to summer beautiful in her new skin scales hoping to find a winter home in the hollow roots of old elder.
well of course i want sun on skin in the morning while the sky shifts to autumn blue and days still sing of summer
all through the night out along the ocean clouds call in salt voices speaking rain, while up in the hills morning comes cool as rivers, infinite blue and still the goose shouts horizon to horizon claiming this perfect sky.
autumn comes in veils of mist, singing her songs of plenty. while birds, clattering wings and chatter, gorge themselves drunk on sweetness and fruit.