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This time of year our garden becomes a nursery.
Tiny shoots of green
break through Mother Earth's brown skin
coaxed by Father Sun.
The first hostas announced their arrival weeks ago.
Tiny purple heads pushed toward daylight
in spite of cool weather.
We guarded their premature arrival
covering them on cold nights
protecting them from winter's final blast.
These eldest children show the way
for middle children arriving only inches tall.
The youngest continue to sleep
savoring the darkness
taking one last nap before pushing skyward.
These small shoots will birth bountiful leaves
becoming sustenance for a slug here, a whitefly there.
Our garden becomes a gravesite.
Green giving way to yellow, yellow then to brown
returning to earth
appearing dead.
The plants remember the truth we so easily forget It's all part of an endless cycle.
Remember.
- Dawn Kirk 03/04
What I hope for
Is that you take me as I am,
As a person, as a woman
Whose heart is in her hand.
What I long for
Is that you know me well,
Know the secrets
That I will never tell.
What I wish for
Is that you will be true
To my love, that's given
With so much trust, to you.
What I pray for
Is that you will love me
For all those things I'm not
And all those things I will be.
Buzz Kat (Kristen)
© December 2004
incubating dreams
soaring above the void
symphony of eternity
vision of beauty
luscious goddesses
play with time
[refrigerator poem created at Harmony Landing Women's Retreat 10-9-04]
Candy Paull
© October 2004
Hectic schedules, Merry grins
Brings out the cheer and slo-gin sins
It could be warm, it could be cold
It brings a Jolly elf, who could be "berry bold"!
Piney needles green and sweet
In the house and under our feet
Fill the air with aroma so rare
Here, there, and everywhere
Winter Soltice sings, of a passing year's fancies
and a new year's coming whims
All this and more....December brings
Reflection time, as the silver bells chime
sends the army of salvation
to those without a dime
Light borne of the Dark
is the wishing star's passing lark
Time is moving towards the end of the line
Do bring on the kind auld lang syne
Ooooooooooooooo Have a Merry Winter
Trinity Wolf
© December 2004
Sister, Sweet Sister
I have known you-in other lifetimes
I have stood with-you in circle
We have danced-around the fire
Sister, Sweet Sister
We sing-with ancient voice
And we have cried-rivers of sorrow
And we have wept-oceans of joy
Sister, Sweet Sister
Kindred Spirit-Peaceful Warrior
I bless you-on your journey
We are friends-forever more
Sister, Sweet Sister
I have known you-in other lifetimes
I have stood with-you in circle
And we have danced-around the fire
I have stood with-you in circle
And we have danced-around the fire
Sister, Sweet Sister
Of Mine…
Chantemiah,
Firefly
© Oct. 2003
For a moment
you forgot
you were just newspaper.
Snagged on the pavement
all your words
grounded into an inky halt.
Above you eternity loomed
in a dieseled intersection
and all you ever hoped to say
got run over
by tires inflated with hot air.
You couldn't have known
that all the pain endured
beneath the undercarriages
of greasy machines
in hopes someone might read you
would be the necessary wear and tear
to crease you perfectly for flight.
All it took was one updraft
and you were swept into midair
your highest thoughts
soared with promise.
Wings spread in the sunlight
exalted beyond exhaust
you circled as stunning
as any eagle
and
as telling.
Patricia Alice Albrecht
© 2004
Life is so colorful
When you are around
If the world were full of my happiness,
We’d all be drowned
Your eyes so green
and body so blue
when I grow up
I want to look just like you
Your grounded but weightless
always there to support me
when I am surrounded by you
I feel so free
You are my mother
to whom I would never lie
to you I was born
and to you I will die
You are a goddess of your own
You are my Mother Earth
Squirrel
© 2004
Thoughts from my journal, from my own interfaith perspective…
It is a blasphemy to God to limit God to one sex – God is all – masculine and feminine – omniscient.
It is a blasphemy to God to assign the quality of mind of being judgmental to God – God is pure love and joy – not its opposites – these only exist in our mind.
It is a blasphemy to God to suggest God left only one path to heaven. God loves diversity – it is obvious in creation.
God knows all paths of light and love and faith lead to heaven, is heaven here on earth.
And because I believe that truth is also multi-dimensional,
this perspective leaves room for your perspective as truth as well.
Peace to you, Morning Mirror
©2004
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