From EVERDALE PUBLISHING
Poetry is always a good choice for gifts, don’t you think?
And since its almost time to start thinking about Christmas, I wanted to remind you that my chapbooks are available from Everdale Publishing through lulu.com.
The first is a compilation of my December poems for the seasons of Advent, Christmas and the winter solstice, Festival of Lessons and Carols. A perfect gift for friends and family. Or for when you have those quiet moments to reflect on this wonderful time of year.
The second book is Penelope to Her Husband, Poems of Myth and Fantasy, a retelling of myths, faerie tales, fables, with old and new characters that I hope will charm you.
These are available at lulu.com http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/kge
I hope you enjoy these little books!
Its all or nothing with you
as I watch you tear down the structures
that have captivated you for so long.
Pulling apart the seams
and rending the fabric
of the garment we have patched
and mended for oh these many years.
It is a changeable time and the east wind has done its work
turning everyones inner world topsy turvy.
How long will this breeze blow and when will the dust settle
to show a clear view of the remnants left
to weave and quilt and patch together
enough to bring us comfort and warmth
on a cold winters day.
the symbol of grace
an empty bowl
a broken heart
wretched and worn
I fall praying only
and the reconciliation
of autumn rain
deep throated thunder
distant as grief
present as oncoming gray
I reconcile my fear and anger
with oncoming winter
and my fall from grace
my friend and I go down to the sea
casting our nets into the deep
darkness of the night sky
pulling in our catch of shimmering
stars as they fall heaped
on to our deck their voices
rise into song and we catch
the song and sing
together of the great black blueness
of the deep night sky and the great blue
blackness of the deep night sea
celestial and terrestrial
the song rises into the bowing trees
and the trees sing of stars and sky and sea
and shaking their thorny heads send the stars
falling from the deep dark sky into the deep dark sea
molten and glorious
The weather is blissful and the hummingbirds bountiful
I am billowing full of words bubbling up
Effervescent words that sparkle and coo as I grasp them
Filling my mouth with their heft and taste
Rolling them on my tongue just to see
If they are sweet or tart
Like the blackberry jam
Fresh from the vines
That I spread on my buttered biscuit at breakfast.
A cloud on a hot July day
gives the illusion of coolness in its shadow
but it never drops rain
or the temperature
or even a breeze to evaporate the sweat
as it trickles.
Across the brittle landscape, rabbits pant in the heat
as the asphalt rises in the yeast of the sun
to bloom sticky and black.
Writhing along the road, dust devils
stir up depressions where the small brown sparrows bathe.
and the song of heat swells
in the throats of cicadas. Or is it wings
or appendages that rasp the tune?
Shimmering pale blue water rises
on the road. The heats playing oasis
in this desert of an afternoon. A mirage,
an illusion, a forfeiture of the senses,
summers sleight of hand. A cloud
on a hot July day.
The breeze, cool and fresh, rises from the cove
spilling across the summer meadow
bringing with it the fragrance
of sweet peas and wild roses.
The morning clouds break opening
to the soon to be sweltering sky-
I watch sunlight sparkle on the placid cove
and dream of the sounds of the ocean.
Even this mornings poem
in my inbox
speaks of the splashing foam and
the sound of crashing waves
white sails in the wind
and salt spray against the skin.
So I dress in the colors of sea and sand,
sparkling gulf stream blue, sail white,
glittering gold, pale seaglass green,
and take my dreams along the Ozark ridge
as I walk the small dog
by the placid waters of the cove
under the soon to be sweltering sky.