Please know, that even in the darkest hours

When you feel the most alone

That I am near

We may not be lovers

But your friendship

Is something I always hold dear

You are never alone my friend

I know you cry out in the dark

Reaching for that dream

That reality and time never seem to mend

Stand tall in the rising sun

Feel the warmth of my love

I will never let you down

Raising a child is a choice

We choose what to do during our pregnancy
We choose how to birth our child
We choose how to feed and nurture them
We choose how to guide them as they grow

So many choices  
       Hundreds
              Thousands
                 Millions Of choices

But the end
Our child becomes a free thinker
They set forth on the path of their choice

Yet we still have choices
We can choose to stand beside him
We can choose to support them
We can choose to help them when they stumble
       Or
            We can choose
                  To let
                         Them
                                    Fall

Lammas the Life and the Death of the Corn King

Fields of wheat sway in the breeze

Beneath the golden waning sun

First harvest has begun

Gardens now bursting with lush fruit

Bees fill their hives with liquid gold

The story of the corn king now is told

Epiphany in the Heatwave

There I was lying naked in my bedroom with the thermometer pushing 98° when I was hit by an epiphany. One scoop of black cherry sorbet and one scoop of lemon sorbet would make this all bearable. So with goofy pigtails and clad in a skimpy sundress that will likely win me a spot on ‘People of Walmart’ I headed out on my quest to Bushes Supermarket in down town South Lyon. To the west, the sky became gray and a breeze began to delight my senses just before I entered the store. I was aware but unaffected by the gawkers and in moments I was headed to the self check out prize in hand! I had obtained said sorbets AND they were on sale 2 for $4! I made my way back home and as I stepped onto my deck the sky oozed wet and delicious drops on my skin. I stood there looking at the sky and thanking my gods for this refreshing welcome home. Now, as I type this, I am slowly nibbling at my black cherry and lemon sorbet, letting the cool flavors slip down my throat, I am keenly aware of the awesome powers of the universe. Blessed Be!

The Woods at Sunrise

Visions rise with the sun

Soft hands gently caress a shoulder

Engaged with hazel green eyes

And a charming smile       

Deer on the shore line

Open the heart chakra

Feelings stir

Lessons to be learned

Each step is magical

In the warm summer sun

Hands join comfortably

Lyrics flow like water

In the shade of ancient trees

Delimited by fragrant bergamot

And faunae

Succulent lips meet mine

Litha

On this the longest day
I kiss the sun god with honey soaked lips
And dance in his bright orange glow
Partaking in the lushness of ripened fruit
Nature is in full bloom
Blessed Litha

Trash Day

Set me on the curb on Tuesday

Let the trash man take me away

With all the other clutter in your life

Once I too was shinny and new

A cherished possession 

Placed on a shelf of trinkets

You would take me down

From time to time and admire me

Even worship me

Then on the shelf I would go

Eventually collecting dust

I became dull

Until the day came

When you decided to organize your life

And you threw me away

The Bully

The air exits my body in a rush

as if kicked in the gut

by the school bully

I stand, fists out

ready to fight back

but the fight has already been won

These moments are fewer now

but still they creep up on me 

when least expected

Mouse Bites

Into my life you sneak

So quiet I never heard your feet

Or saw the spark in your eye

Innocence is a lie you tell

Your tongue sweet as honey

Drips slowly in amber waves

The wind whispers to me

Between the pages of the book

Therein lays the truth

A tiny child speaks to me

From the tomb

"Max" echos through the room

Planting Seeds in Springtime

In springtime, words rain on the soil like prevarication
Seeds spring forth, yet ostensive, they have yet to thrive
Unable to be salubrious, they shrivel and die

Deep Meditation

I am not looking for someone to take care of me.
I am looking for someone who can take care of themselves.

True partnership is learning to care for each other.
True love is nurturing yourself as well as the one you love.

These are words that came to me one night in a deep meditation

One Night Stand

In a crowded elevator I become aware of your gaze
I look up into cocoa brown eyes
Smiling over horned rimmed glasses
I smile back shyly

We walk the long hallway to a room
Full of people we know
Doing things we do
The conversations flow

Well after midnight
We make our way back
down the long hall
up the crowded elevator

Down another hall
You key in the lock
And a kiss sweeps us away
Into dawn

Friday the 13th

In the graveyard we walk
Through fresh fallen snow
The sound of feet crunching
Laughing as children do

The cold whips through
I pull my cape tight
As we kick snow off the graves
And read the poetry

In the moonlight
A smile illuminates
I am enthralled
By the innocence

Moments pass
Then hours
Under a moon
That is still ripe

Deer pass us
They look and you wonder
But I know
That they have a message

Go gently tonight
For tomorrow will be anew
Go gently
And enjoy the moment