a Christmas gift

Muffle out the mean tweets
Mute the offensive comments
Cleanse the eyes from viral hate
Stay off social media, it's not too late

Listen to bird songs & buzzing bees
As winter storm brings deep freeze
Breathe in fresh pines & scented candles
Curl into the warmth of the blankets & carol



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Meet the Bar With Gift Rhymes, Hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.
My last post for the year!   Merry Christmas!  Happy Holidays!!!!

last quarter moon

maple trees are
white-coated as clouds

while strings of christmas
lights sway to chilly wind

windows are darkening
their frames

the room becomes soft
pixel-dusted by starlight

i lean in  
our eyes

catch the moon tide, 
glowing

& you turn, keening to your 
darkness

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrilled hosted by Lillian.  This is a 44 word post, with the given word, glow.  Join us for our last week of hosting before our 2 week holiday break.  Thanks for the visit.

December days

i don't measure the days
     white-ashed clouds & snow
piles up my garden
     & ghosts the nights of faded ink
instead i marvel at every

sunrise, hint of savage pink
     crowing gloriously of spring songs
& beat of your nectarine heart
     in the wild abandon of the dance
     
     

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Join us for our last OLN for 2019.    Thanks for your visits and comments.

Wings

you stride with your walking stick
left to right, left to right, along corners
up the stairs & alleys
along subway doors

i can't imagine what you may not see-
not this winter season full of greys 
but the magic of spring
you
young gazelle, 
raising your face to raindrops

i know you believe in angels 
though
you see, i see not one, not two but many
hands, including myself 
reining you from falling onto the tracks
guiding you along
wishing you nothing but good
tidings 
along your journey 

white hawk on tree

silent sentinel on the watch-

my morning, a gift-

Posted for dVerse OpenLinkNight.   Happy Thanksgiving to our US friends!  Thanks for joining in when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

November morning

i shiver
my skin grows out from darkness
ghostly pale silvery moonglow turns
lightning hues of rose lavender blades

a blossoming of perfume
petals unfold, fingers of clouds & stardust
a beauty unimaginable
at the crack of dawn

i rise
raindew on my eyelids




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille.  This is a 44 word post with the given word - CRACK. Thanks for your visit.

notes to myself

be 

 the bluebird swelling with songs as sun rises

 the tide storm dancing with kelp

 the pearl drops on fallen maple leaves

 the electric guitar strings of wind's murmurings

 the light keeper in darkest of nights 

be 

 madly in love with life

 unapologetically, myself 

Grace@Everyday Amazing

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by Kim Russell.  This is a 44 word post with the given word - KEEP.  

the moon, the sole witness

Her eyelashes are heavy by restless nights.   The backpack strains her shoulders as she nears the destination.

She walks faster now, knowing the path towards the forest trees with giant roots climbing out of boulders.   The shadows are draping every crevice.   This is the barrenness of harvest or pestilence.   She almost lost her bearings.

You can't stop now (voice in her head).

She steps into the clearing of stones.   (Only the wind hears his whispers).   Taking out a black case from her bag, she reaches for the knife.   His knife, bold & black, pressing familiar on her palm.     

There is no hesitation - she plunges the knife & breaks the case.   Small bones and dust caved into tunnel beneath.   The ancient trees will bury the remnants of her broken promises - finally. 

After a long exhale, she retreats, growing smaller as a candle light.                

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Prosery, hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.    This is a word post less than 144 with the given line:  This is the barrenness of harvest or pestilence from All Hallows by Louise Gluck. 

autumn musings

Who braided the hair of the weeping

willow tree & left a shoe?

Sky is brilliant shade of blue
as maple leaves shimmer in red and gold

The sun moves slow as red & black

woollybear caterpillar on a dead leaf  

Why did the crab apple tree bind  

itself with sea glass?

The forest floor is soft book 

of needled pines and misplaced leaves

A river running low
smelling of dead fish, caught in the tides

Do you know what the earth meditates 
upon in autumn?

My skin itches from pollen, tea bags
and unanswered questions

Photo by Grace@Everyday Amazing 

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - The questions as a Poetry - Hosted by Laura Bloomsbury.

Thanks for the visit.

autumn burn

autumn leaves
darkening eyes, wind-curled blades 

on pathway, fallen from
maple trees

one by one
i tread with gratefulness 

i'll (always) remember how you 
torch the sky with brilliant orange hues

your rust-yellow fingers  
quivering with fire & sundust

my eyes are blinded 
by beauty

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson.   This is 44 word post with the given word, Quiver.  I have been spending time outdoors, enjoying our beautiful but short autumn season.   See you in the poetry trail.

scattered needles//subway//

your silence is bell
ringing rust in my ears
swarming buzzing 
                             bees
my sunken eyes, lost pages
of a book
i stumble, fumble, 
                              mumble

i hold my lighter 
but i can't see my feet
the cut on my right hand
a growing fire
i am falling, 
                   falling
faster than autumn leaves

your silence is drug
drowning my veins in darkness
do i dance with dirty needles
in all my days
until i, i 
                   that nobody 
become a sterile sheet
you pass by on the street  
               -somebody, help me-



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - A first hand experience watching a young man in the subway train, addicted, high with drugs, in our regular commute.      After our ride, someone reported him for help.