You will be queen when geese fly Six in a row across moonlit ladder to sky. You will be queen when dust on the wind Wanders from sun lit shards to its constellation kin. You will be queen when clouds roll back In a tell of the truth over fact. You were meant to be …
In the Autumn I Walk Up the Mountain: A Poem for the Seasons
In the autumn, I walk up the mountain over dusty track, scratched with dry grass. Here I survey my world. It tumbles under me, in spatters of red, gold, evergreen then shatters. At the crest of the lake, shifting colour from sockeye salmon to rainbow trout. The sun sits in the far country, where the …
As the Morning Rises We Reflect upon Summer: A Poem for the Seasons
Summer Reflections
Summer
mornings rise
deep from a
pile of pillows.
The sun
blinks awake over fields of cherry trees
which
travel up waves of grass to mountain tops.
We shout
to clouds, our echoes dance with tumbleweeds.
On and up
til sky meets lake, meets blue mountains beyond.
Summer
twilight’s fill with firefly secrets
whispered
between the sparks of bonfire
catching
the stars. As we dive among them,
reflected
over black lakes. We float.
Counting
constellations and comet showers.
Maybe
we’ll catch the chasse-galerie tonight.
Summer
days taste of ripe peaches and sawdust.
New
projects began while lettuce leaves reach out.
We hike
with necks stretched, never quite spying the tops
of trees
while the bees buzz among our potluck below.
Summer lives in the music of stories remembered
for long
winter’s nights. To keep the future warm.
To make
hope, old, now newborn.
With
hands grasped, together we make dreams.