Spring Garden

Spring Garden 4.11.16

Deception in spring’s beauty
lovely garment of green, yellow, blue
that does not tell
speaks not nor whispers of autumn
will not say from what cold and darkness it came
forgotten winter altogether.

Fools believe in beauty lasting
rising green through damp and dark earth
on which to count life’s days
towards eternal spring.

Fools cavort in flowered fields
dance in coronal suns shine
traipse in petals, seeds,
dead and dark autumn fallen leaves;
twirl in imprudent delight
as imps and fairies
in forgotten worlds
timeless whorls
endless whirls.


Portland, Oregon – April 11, 2016
Photo is my own, taken this date.

Shadows

Do shadows have the power to heal?
Leaves of the Japanese maple
fluttering on porch steps?
Ancient fern fronds, long and pointed,
bending over in layered impressions?
Lace curtains brushing painted walls?
Half open shutters lining kitchen floors?

Spring
sun bending through all the arching flowers
autumn
lowering, heart-breaking
through the remains of the glorious season
spinning away sun
gold falling from the sky
seeding its formed and moving shadows
with ethereal and healing light.


Portland, Oregon – April 3, 2016

 

Which-A-Way O Soul

Which-a-way, O Soul, this-a-year?   
Which way leads to the clearing,
which to the thicket of thorn and nettle?
Not all the same, not all these falling years
lined with green shoots and golden spinning leaves. 
Put on your coat, O Soul, your dark down layers.
Open the door, for she comes and she waits.
Step to the days, past the lighted trees and frozen angels.
Here now the green shoots,
there the fresh leaves and flowers of spring,
here the lush and fragrant stilling heat,
there the golden spilling leaves
in pools of ruffled water. 
Look up, O Soul, awaken!
She comes again, clothed in night,
at her feet the path, before her gaze the wintry fields.
Which-a-way, O Soul, this-a-year?


Seattle, Washington – December 2011