Friday’s Passing Fancy/Poem: December Gleanings

Photo by Cynthia Guenther Richardson

Breath is heat slipping over tender frost,
life leaning outward to inward as demure
roses pale and pines yet soar as spires;
bright leaves spent so soon are bejeweled.
This light is sparsely cast and laid
upon each day and place like prized
filigree wrought of another world,
or an extra skin for the darkening journey.

This heart flares with a blossoming of soul,
settles in for wintry dreams and musings,
snug inside a sojourner’s still-lithe flesh.
Mind catches up though trailing green, gold.
What stays alive is redesigned in December shadows;
we transform within its secret opalescence,
its sheer, still points like a canopy of safety.

Friday’s Passing Fancies/Poem: Goodness of this World

Photo by Cynthia Guenther Richardson

Thirst fills me
with a hunger
for small exquisites
which do not rend
the hearts of humans
nor our collective body.
Let me savor any common psalm
to goodness this world has made,
follow paths of ubiquitous light,
stay the cynic for a moment of wonder
so we may wield our will to spare its virtue.

 

Friday’s Quick Picks: Autumn Garden/Meditation

Walk with me. Masterly branches spill their autumn flame. Water sweetens air, tenders ear with purity of sound. Rock and stone praise communion with plant, fish, fowl, insect, ancient earth of all life. Spider spins in peaceable labor. Light sublime meets flesh and breath, finds the soul. We can move this way right through time. Bright and unafraid. Full. Whole. Walk with me.

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