Courage is a leopard her cubs in danger
rushing forward without hesitation to face the foe.
It is looking your greatest fear in the eye
leaning forward, stepping across that
line you dare not cross, lungs bursting
thoughts racing, adrenaline heart pounding,
defending the defenseless in the arena of dread.
Facing the enemy, confronting the bully,
challenging the antagonist until the battle is won.
Celtic Woman by Mali
When I miss you
I become so small my body
could fit into the heart of a
sea bird begging salt with
its pulpy tongue. The scent of
sandalwood remains in a discarded
shirt tossed over a bed post where
I return and return.
The clouds unravel and tears rain
down in shades of eventide.
Keep me close in your heart like
the beating of a rhythmic railway
traveling snow covered alps
or the black tar of far off foothills.
Can you send me a sign?
As Pristine as the south seas
An angel without wings
I sent you a message
did it drift out to sea
I’ m watching I’m waiting
On the other side
All that I’m asking is
send me a sign
Leaning into summer
free falling adventure
hover in mid-air.
Tiny ballerinas too
light to bear their shadow
vibrate the air like the
laughter of children.
I open my heart like
raining down clouds to
the promise of spring.
art: Dawn Chorus by Bellavista
At the wharf I lean back against the damp stone wall, sip my drink and yield to the slippery salamander of sea. The moon is a glistening slice of melon, her whisper carries on the wind “moon child I love you too”. Sinking deeper in to my subconscious I watch a velvet sea bird swoop my reflection from silver waves where the sighs of lovers are lost in a monsoon. Old images flicker across my frontal lobe as I liberate sip by sip. That man with the golden veins doesn’t interest me anymore. Later when my pearl skinned body breaks the surface I’ll bring him back again.
art by Steve Hanks
Winter mists the window panes
with veiny tributaries that trickle
to the sill with a warm touch.
The trajectory of time trails run off
down the mountain side an affirmation
of spring the honey-sweet deceit of
Remain here until the birds sing
our disparity, till reality overshadows
dreams and tears and dew drops blend.
Then we will part.
Art by Rae Williams at Pinterest
The vibrancy of peony
lush curls of gardenia
the brush of nurture
on birds of paradise
tempests of wildflowers
scattered across a meadow
tame the feral garden
she blooms for you
art by Ronnie Piccard