Season of the witch…and friends

Must be that time of year,
flying in to spend some time
hanging out with friends
as the cool wind whips
and the ghosts wander the woods,
Hound dogs bay at the night
and fall is all around.
The night is filled with frightful sounds
as the season of the witch
finds me waiting.
Full moon fever changes moods and mind,
clouds obscure the starry sky,
wet ground chills the air
and fog rises to smother the sights
of things that go bump in the night.
He is alive
in night time dreams
and terrors not this soul
but gives comfort like flowers,
creaking and groaning
the house sings its song,
of Halloween tricks
and treats.
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Two awesome Halloween creations mastered by my loving Mother and given to me…finally after much pleading and begging. Both winners of a blue and red ribbon at the County Fair. Made with love and now living here.

Hand made love

A child born

creation by hands of two

after the I do’s

held together with fragile threads

stitched through the winds of change and time.

Years pass in the blink of an eye

quickly like a hummingbirds wing

the moments flit by almost invisible

and recalled in sweet and sorrowful memories.

Half a century almost gone

and voices on lines quiver in a fear

of days to come

but they approach with or without our permission

and we stand helpless to stop the nature

of the progression of life.

Thoughts of strength sent across the universe,

a breath in and out filled with

trepidation and positiveness,

though both do not compliment each other

in an all or nothing thought,

the belief to know that good will come

manifested in thoughts

yet still wavering a bit.

A hundred flowers of beauty I see

stitched with the delicate thread

wound in and out like the lives we lead

as we struggle to know and believe

in outcomes that suspend

our lives a bit longer,

that seek to show

our love a bit stronger,

and a tear of joy shed

when they say it is all good

you may go home now.

A piece of it all

I am born

in the sunshine cast on open fields,

I am the quiet calm of circumstance

grown wild and free among my sister the Earth,

brother the moon,

I am the peace of the moment,

the whisper of wind words that blow through

the conscious mind swimming in waves of a heartbeat

sounding from under water

floating amongst it all.

I am the essence of the karma I’ve become,

the good and the bad

yin and yang

two halves making a whole

and the mind in dream

sitting relaxed.

I am a piece of it all,

the fields of birdsong

the forest of shadow and light,

the waters blue lifting

the song of a child

singing in a lonely room

company kept by friends of plastic eyes

and colored fluff,

I am here waiting thinking out loud

hoping the answers come

true to my deepest belief,

a prayer to heal

the ravages of time and testament,

a wish for life.