october morning

photo by catskill weather

october morning
the sky is calling, crystalline azure
clouds layered brights and greys
sharp as an etching, soft as silk
leaf colours past prime perhaps
but glorious still
warm air redolent of summer's last exhalation
and the prophecy of woodsmoke

i must do things that need to be done
and can only climb the mountain
in my dreams

ghost light

the air smells so sweet

wandering alone in a darkened forest

and no moon to light the way

lured by that song

that siren song

into the dense undergrowth

lost forever on the shifting paths

of this magick place between worlds

and outside of time

i had a dream

you were there

and calling to me, reaching out

i couldn’t cross that endless space

you seemed so close and yet

your words kept getting lost

in the winds of generations

i had a dream

and in my dream your music was for me

your heart was open to my touch

your spirit healed by the songs we shared

and there was no space between us

ever

in the darkness of this moonless starless night

a flickering ghostly light dances ahead

will o the wisp

in the old stories those who followed

were seen no more in this world

i think it was your spirit light

beckoning from another place another time

our secret place

an eternal ecstatic moment

in a time that never was

i had a dream

that you held me and loved me

and my tears became the stars to light the way

home

© 2010 pamela twining

prophecy: the first of october

photo by dennis willard

catskill mountain evening skies

all pink-y gold with cloud

on a cerulean field

apologize for the flood

in the late autumn sunset

not september now but still golden

the scent of living soil and ripened fruits

travels richly in the rain wet air

and leaping brown cascades

restrain themselves lightly

if at all

but pull their rills back

to add to the tumbling torrent

rushing water music

carrying another brilliant evening

down to dark

winds rise

and chill beckons

tossing whirling leaves like tiny dancers

seeking promised starlight

against the darkening sky

the faery queen writes the songs

the angels sing on night winds

etching them on my window pane

in the hours before dawn

that i might join the chorus

join the dance

chant the songs of hallows

songs of solstice

all the many storied nights

and every dawn a blessing

the ancient heartbeat from the deep

must slumber now through silvergrey november

brash december

long long january february

days and nights of brown and black and grey

frozen tableaux

spikes of summer’s brilliance encased in ice

on diamond dusted sparkling mornings

balm to those who despair of greenery

and birdsong

cold light

release my love

like joyous water bubbling

from a long frozen spring

the floods of autumn captured and released

as it ever was

world without end

© 2010 pamela twining