Rare

A Friend

She’s beauty true like autumn leaves

Snowfall held in the earth’s palm

Water running over the smoothest stones, bright with turquoise

Her smile flowers in the darkest corners

Alive with possibility and hope

She speaks well and laughs often, inviting you to join her

Not afraid to play the fool with a dance

With a song in her voice

Her heart is 10 times 10 times bigger than her deepest breath

She quietly fears but bravely faces

Loss has been her peter pan shadow

She’ll hold you just close enough to know you’re safe

But will fight to let you fly

Knuckles bloodied against walls

Joy is born in her words like a healing balm

Her kindness, her wisdom

Her I’ll be here if you fall

They’ll count you as blessed to have met her, to know her

To have laughed with her, cried with her

They’ll count you as lucky

When they consider the four leaf clover you were given in her

Guard it closely behind a secret door

Wear it near the beat of your heart

It is 10 times 10 times bigger than your deepest breath

Priceless Kinship

There are those in your life who truly save you from time to time. I am blessed to have such saviors in my life.

Part of Me
For a moment I was alone, bone chilled, colors chipping

For a moment I stumbled, feet unsure, slipping on broken stones

For a moment I was caught up, clouded eyes, storms overwhelming

For a moment I wept, trapped by yesterday’s waves, lost in confusion

Then, I remembered you

You sat next to me, warming my soul, mending my palette & brush

You fell with me, hope in your lungs, laughing from the ground up

You lifted me, higher and higher still, until the storm was beautiful

You cried with me, rowed into the fray, a map drawn in your smile

For a moment I panicked, fear clawing, desperate unknowing

For a moment I stayed too long, backwards, a wind up doll

For a moment I held too tight, blistered fingers, not letting go

For a moment I disappeared, in shadow and dark, my wings torn

Then, I remembered you

You sang to me, without words, without flute or drum

You never left me, pressing onward, a wild dance in every step

You opened your hands to me, matching our palms, our history

You found my hiding place, lighting it with wine and song, and it was home

In the midst, I remember you, constant and courageous

In the thick, I remember you, never giving in to the gray

In the heat, I remember you, eyes smiling at the sky

In the moment, I remember you, our heartbeat, our blood

Thank you.

Warrior Born

This was written as a Christmas gift for my amazing niece, Sarah. She is a rare creature- stunning to behold, naturally enigmatic, yet incredibly sweet when the light hits her just right.

The Lionheart

She is a willow tree

Against the molten sun

Standing tall and brave

Fire blazing in her eyes

Her shield on her arm

Her laughter rings out

Waking the day

Pushing back the dark of night

Her hands are strong

From clinging to the truth

Fighting for what is right

She dances through storms

Wild passion in her steps

She calls to the wind

Lulling bitter fear to sleep

As she sings to the sky

She is beauty adorned by heaven

Delicate edges and softened touch

A crown of gold on her head

Gently lifting love to her heart

She holds it close

Breathing life into the broken

Goodness and mercy follow her

Never far behind

She is the Lionheart

Born of grace and courage

Dreams shimmer in her eyes

Hope is kindled

Flowing from her fingertips

Nothing stands in her way

She opens the door to forever

Smiling at the journey

She is the Lionheart

Follow the Leader

I wrote this as a gift for my nephew Christopher. A blessing of  pure joy, he has the ability to see beyond the natural, into that space between here and eternity.

Believe

Once upon a white magic snow

The moon came out to play

For as all the seers know

The night holds more than we can say

The trees all bowed and smiled with glee

As the great orb danced like a child

The forest grew quiet, for it could see

This king of light was brave and wild

The rushing black river rose up to sing

And the bright music filled the sky

The birds all around lifted their wings

As the liquid gold moon glided by

The night grew tired, wanting to rest

And called for the moon to come home

Back to the air, sailing east, then west

Leaving peace where its light had shone

Follow that light, be it great, be it small

For it knows the path you are on

Don’t be afraid to stumble or fall

For the moon will guide you to the dawn

Season of White

 

A Poem for Winter

Crushed beneath my feet, blue and crisp
Wild cold piercing my happy lungs
Peace of time stood still enshrouds me
All is calm, all is bright, all is at rest

Trees stand, arms laden with blankets of white
Skies roll grey, pillowing the ground
The earth breathes deep and closes its eyes
All is calm, all is bright, all is at rest

Burnt red wing of an intrepid flyer
Harsh against the muted world
Blood on bone, gentle and real
All is calm, all is bright, all is at rest

Numb with cold, glowing cherry fingertips
Encircle liquid heat and fragrant steam
Chasing the lingering scent of pine
All is calm, all is bright, all is at rest