Falling into Autumn

moon illuminates the heavens

as the drums vibrate to the

fluid frequency of love...

tonight,  I feel pulses of my heart

and in the recesses of my mind

I recall a dream filled with hope..

perfume of sage & sweet grass

circulate the smoky interior

in waning hours of September

falling into the arms of autumn

a black crow flaps overhead

& the spirited  white wolf howls

as the red  super moon arises

in the splendor of each beat

placing  intentions for those

in need of healing & peace

I close my eyes drifting as

a freshly fallen autumn leaf

resting near a great oak

falling into the arms of autumn

revival  in a  morning sun

under a  canopy of brilliant hues

baptizing sprays of light...

drink in a cup of a new day

ease into the silent beauty

sipping the flavors of life

in this day of equilibrium

united in light & darkness

that we might feel change

falling into the arms of autumn

posted for Poets United

author's note: I participated

in a Fall Equinox celebration

last night ushering in autumn

& the winds of change.. 
I wrote this to honor the 
journey.

remembering a friend...gone
to the sky-world..

Shades of Shadows

Craved images of you, flash before my eyes

 flood me like a lone streetlight amongst the darkness

  light flows around me,  through  me, within me

      hungry desire that needs to be satisfied

         dancing in shades of shadows

A lost love found me, in you

   and you were found in me

     in the fluidity of your presence

        in the ecstasy of our love

           we became one being

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hosted by Anthony Desmond

Beyond the Vista

thundering hooves, black stallion

trail of music from here to there

sun shines high, glistening medallion

soft wispy clouds - tail of the mare...

feathers fall from a wide brim hat

and...I wonder where your heart is at

take me out to the prairie lands

in vast fields the wild bison roam

this place my spirit understands

it is here the cowboy calls home

feathers fall from a wide brim hat

and...I wonder where your heart is at

in an azure sky, I wonder why

our dreams alone hold us tight

summer days are drifting bye

fall approaches, under starlight

rounding up heartfelt songs

strumming a six string guitar

ya know guns don't right wrongs

forgiveness in  a shooting star

feathers fall from a wide brim hat

feathers fall from a wide brim hat

and... I wonder where your heart is at

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Fixer Upper

lost dreams

newly foreclosed

needs tender loving care

owners split in a pillow fight

for sale

~

doll house

dreams moved away

emptiness hangs on walls

what happened to the inner child

come home

posted for Mag 285

form: Cinquain

Dance from your Heart

under  a sky of silver and blue

floating notes of wooden flutes

I drift away to the beat of time

through the archway of heady pine

keepers of the sacred burning fire

dancing in rhythm with mother earth

closing my eyes to hear nature's sound

I slowly shed my skin, layer by layer

in burst of orange and yellow light

summer breeze, flutes sweetest song

weaving me into a magical trance

soft and mellow it calls me home

sashay she says,  to the driving beat

  dance of love it is an art

     dance from your heart

        

around the inner circle we move as one

giving thanks for the gifts of sun & moon

around the fire,  what are your desires

steady rhythm of the  tribal drums

move our feet to a joyous sound

celebrating sacred grounds....

It is in the silence between the beats

that we can truly hear the calling...

in this humble state..we are awaken

Dance from your heart

posted for Poets United

author's note: Pic taken
by me with permission.

poem written to honor
the sacred circle...

this is a wip ...

Dialogue of a Dream

The Pine, Hawk and Glossy Ganoderma by Lang Shining

In my dream I met a sage

we sat under a white pine

I asked " why are you here"

and he replied 

 " I am here because you are here"

I replied,  "can you hear the whispers"

and he replied

" I hear the whispers of  a heart"

summer leaves a trail of days gone past

but, I see new visions awakening

a red tailed hawk circles above

I asked " What do you see in your

orbs of light"

and he replied

"I see a time of change, are you the bird or the tree

I asked " can I be both the bird and the tree"

and he replied

"would you be the roots or the leaves of the tree"

and I replied " without roots there would be no tree"

and he replied

"would you be the water or sunlight"

and I replied "both are needed for growth"

and he replied

 "what type of tree would you be"

and I softly cried " a weeping willow"

and he replied

 "why the willow"

and I replied "deep within the heart of the willow

 a harp plays a magical song"

and he replied 

"then let her sound resonate in the world"

Posted for dVerse - writing dialogue poetry hosted by Victoria
Author's note: This is a fragment from a dream - wip I guess
pic -Wikimedia commons