Blessed Samhain

I walk the vibrant woods
Noting the russet ground
And misty air

Feeling the first winds of fall
A slight chill makes me shiver
Pulling my cape tight

The scent of burning leaves
Lingers in crisp air
Like incense

I bite into an apple
And taste the lusciousness
Of this years harvest

While the brittle resonance of leaves
Rustle beneath each step
On the forest trail

My senses are alive
As I walk beside my ancestors
Blessed Samhain

The Ocean is your Voice

Emotions come crashing like waves
The ocean is your voice
Smoothing the rough edges
Like beach glass

This could just be a mirage
Maybe I am in the desert
The cool waters of your voice
Simply an illusion

I walk the beach
The warm sand tingles
Beneath my toes
Perhaps, perhaps…

Reaching the waters edge
I stand before the setting sun
The sky a brilliant red
Reflection on the ocean waves

Arms outstretched
Birds cry breaking
The sound
Of your ocean voice

Slowly the tide comes in
As the waves
Gently crash toward shore
My eyes close

I feel the cool salty waters
Beneath my toes
And can’t deny
These feelings