Gifts given

I asked for the finding
feathers for a jar kept,
having been so very long since
I had touched the silken threads
of yesterday.
Colors that never lose their sheen
seen like gifts given
found unexpectedly like the moments,
how they rise up to thrill the soul
in their simplicity,
the gentle beauty twirling in fingers
wondering at the scenes seen
on wings flying to the very heights
while soaring lightly on winds,
gathering the knowledge of all below
moving about generically
without thought or care,
but those who stare into clouds blue banked
beyond the hues of light changing,
knowing there is always more
even when it seems so scarce,
we dip deeper into our journey
shifting the wings to change direction
and finding new paths,
different shadows and perhaps even more beauty
than even imagined.
I asked for a feather
and he sat silently waiting,
watching my approach.
His brown and white specked magnificence
left me with the simple awe-struck mood
as he turned to gaze at me
with knowing eyes,
returning to his silent stance
watching something beyond my view
and I tried to capture him
as the sun rose in a butter yellow splendor,
he hung tight to his post
waiting patiently as I moved about trying,
perhaps he knew
that the memory alone would suffice
of the moment caught
in the heart.



Drifting on delicate dreams
shifting through scenes
faces remembered familiar,
to the heart center
resting in slumber.

Scents of yesterday
decoration sits in its finery
reds and greens and berries
aromatic in its elegance
air of memories.

Casual and calm morn
the silence beyond robed in fog
hanging and waiting for yellow orb
dallying below the horizon
waiting the entrance to the ball.

Silver threaded scenes play out
as eyes close and we inhale the moment
and time tick-tocks by like a dance
one two three one two three
she rises and joins the merriment
of another day.

A beautiful centerpiece on our table, alas the juniper is setting my sinus’ off like an alarm. If that’s the only worry, I guess it’s an easy peasy one. Life good, counting down to the weekend and a 3 day reprieve to eat, drink, be merry and dream sweet dreams. Peace and blessings my friends and happy Winter Solstice. Woke to a morning deep in fog and eerily silent. Love those days.

Beyond the thought

Rising to the moment that begs knowing,
hear the words whispered in the thickest times,
hanging like a fog surrounding the world
and robed in the gloom, the light finds its way
to breaking in and reaching
beyond the thought to shine.
Step by step through the fire dwindling,
rising into the cool of a silent night
I reach out to touch the goodness found,
the prayer that soothes like balm
the tired and weary mind.
Standing at the edge of the journey
as it unfolds like a treasure map
and the tiny pieces gathered,
having no meaning at the time
when built into beauty show
the path chosen correct after all,
dawn breaks on the horizon
pink and blue in its perfection
and as the haze lifts,
burned off by the might of warmth
I settle into self
content and aware
and the new coming of a day beckons
with a step I climb
higher to the surface of bliss.

Still on a bit if a hiatus but found a few moments this morning to stop in to say hello. Hope your world is finding you in moments of beautiful thoughts and feelings of happiness. The pup is doing so much better, work going fast and furious and I am truly, truly blessed to be able to embrace the decisions of this year, finding a job I adore for an employer who treats all of her employees like gold and a holiday season that quickly approaches, the stress level is almost at zero and wrapping my arms around the joy life brings. Peace and love and be back into normalcy mode soon. ❤