today

i met you in Magic Meadow

today

and we held hands

and listened to the wind

soughing intermittently through the trees

the music of the Wild

the only sound

i walked with you in the Poet’s Walk

today

and we poured our minds

our hearts our lives

into the golden hudson valley bowl

reflecting our songs up

into the ever-magnificent

ever-changing catskill mountain skies

i waved to you from Olana

today

across that ancient river

the vast expanse that lies between us

in brilliant clarity

the air crackles with light and passion

there is no distance

in the world of love

© 2011 pamela twining

  Photo: Clouds Over Olana ~ Frederick Edwin Church

metamorphosis

lost in the verdant overgrowth

of days and weeks of rain

too beautiful

a misty sunday morning

Not to go walking in the Meadow

shed snakeskin transfiguration

stone warmed

in yesterday's heat and she reclined

writhed

slipped out of her old life

new

naked

open

scales removed from the eyes

of her soul

she is gone in Joy

to the unlit caverns of Night

shrouded deep in earth

as the rains come again

unseen Makers

spin hanging basket webs

among the grasses

their only visible captives

shards of light

winking on and off

in passing flashes of early morning sun

mountain laurel

has clothed herself in blossoms 

once again

and we shall dance here

in the firelight

under a full moon in three days time

our drums will tell our heartbeat

back into the heavens

starlight reflected

from the Mother to the Sky

transformation

is never Complete

the organic moment subsides into the gaseous

rising pure as light

light as prayer

giving the poetry of herself

into the keeping of the future

© 2011 pamela twining

tornado sky

when all the dreams take flight

one tangerine evening

racing before the wind

unknowing, uncaring

marmalade golden centers fade to dark

and the edges slice through uncreated pathways

realized visions laid waste

whirling like dervishes, smashing some lives

photo by daniel pagdon

leaving others intact

a dreadful mystery

and we have sown the wind

what shall we reap?

nightmares come and go

but dreams abide

© 2011 pamela twining

magic meadow

I

in a bowl of light

at the center of magic meadow

mountain laurel and i

exchange vows

alive in the Awesome Stillness

rushing water, birdsong and insect hum

are the enchanted voices of Spirit in the dawn

on sunday morning, too early for traffic

magic pathways are diamond-strewn

as infant green grasses raise beads of dew

glinting chips of shattered sunlight

in the early morning air

i think i must have been a pre-raphaelite

in another life

Nature stabs me to the heart

i cannot be numb

a dangerous thing

this Beauty

II

i share my poems

in the empty amphitheater

blossoming trees the only witnesses

and they applaud with silken susurration

of the breeze within the boughs

the stream laughs and sighs

in all the right places

and the songbirds tease me shrilly

with their competing liquid verses

poetry slam in the meadow

Beltane morning 5.1.11

© 2011 pamela twining

communion

it's sometimes hard to remember

when winter's cold arthritic talons will not open

when sorrow and exhaustion sap the soul

that like any seedling

it only wants the kisses of the sun

the release of the waters

from their secret winter journeys

the scent of new-turned earth upon the breeze

to bring the green nations forth

in all their richness

every shading of light and colour

nourishing the wizened spirit back

to sacred roundness

feasting on fruits now only dreams

of verdant gardens

and dreams sustain us

in a swirl of shared songs and earth's first fruits

and last

brought forth from hidden kitchens by loving hands

mindful of the Wheel of Life

turning ever turning

down to Darkness, back to Light

the rhythms of the universe echo in the laughter

in the fullness

of visions of the future shared around a fire

in the chill spring night

©2011 pamela twining

crow dancer

never just memories

the going forward is present in the now

the unseen seen

mysteries of time resolved

through a momentary gateway in the sky

ice cream in the desert

cut the cake

and we will all be well

i wonder and the edges cut me

like a jagged tin can

alley in my dreams not nightmares

but scary stories all the same

unquiet

there is ice cream in the desert

cut that cake

and know of life in hell

wake up from dreams transported

back and forth in time

plus or minus anything you can carry

wild memories capture all

it is the law

ice cream yes

cut the damn cake

and we will all be well

get back scarecrow

i'm not ascared a you

day and night we all are fed

crow dance shadow overhead

come close

© 2010 pamela twining

limerence

my Love limns the shadows of your days

in brilliant Light! i shine upon you

as the first piercing rays of morning sun

illuminate droplets of mist suspended

in dawn-scented air, golden

with possibilities

limbic alembic distillate

of romantic and carnal Love

sensory olfactory deeply satisfying
in my dreams
in memory
in time to come

wailing like a ban sidhe

walking wild and wounded

in the winter night

forlorn notes of longing wrung from whispers

by the wind

my arms encircle all Desire

holding space for you