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| 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
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