Peace

wandering angels congregate
amongst the wind tossed cedars
filling the branches with wings and song
gloria gloria
peace be with you this day

Prince of Peace, a name we reach out to,
we call to, yearning for peace in our turbulent times
our turbulent minds
gloria gloria
peace be with you this day

peace be with you this day

First Sunday of Advent

Coming Soon – New Poetry Books!

From EVERDALE PUBLISHING

I am so happy to announce that I will have a new chapbook available for you soon as well as new tiny books of poetry.

The new chapbook is titled A Field Guide to Angels and will be available through lulu.com or you will be able to order it directly from me.

There are 4 new tiny books, Mornings on the Cove 1 and 2 and A Field Guide to the Constellations 1 and 2. These can be ordered in sets or singly, directly from me with PayPal. There are also a few of the previous tiny books still available, Love Poems and Lullaby, but the numbers are limited.

I am so excited to share these with you and hope you will enjoy them.

2015 Books

My two chapbooks, Festival of Lessons and Carols and Penelope to Her Husband, Poems of Myth and Fantasy, are still 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.
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. A perfect gift for friends and family. Or for when you have those quiet moments to reflect on this wonderful time of year.

These are available at lulu.com

angel of womb and wonder

Angel of Miraculous Appearance

That gestational moment,
seems we are always in it,
the fomenting of creation
for that which may be possible-
world, nature, being,
ideas, motivations, meanings-
enough to fill our waiting arms.

And now a babe-
a small being achieves that which seems impossible.
Springing into newness,
Here, Look, Hold-
an incarnation of love and spirit
worthy of worship and laughter and wonder.

We hold all of creation in our arms.

*** in honor of our new great nephew, born just this morning, 12/24/2017. Welcome to the world, KJ!

joy

Twelve Days of Angels Day Two

Joy leapt up
Like a hare in the meadow
Like a quail on the wing
Like a fish in the sea.

Joy leapt up
And ran and jumped and skipped
And fell into my lap.

Joy said
Did you see it?
A song bright as a candle.
A light sweet as a song.
A star strong as a heartbeat.

Joy leapt up
And twirled about the room
About the earth
About the sky

Joy leapt up
From a promise
From a Word
From a womb.

Joy leapt up!

— This is a poem written many years ago and I love to share it each Christmas season – may you and yours be surrounded by joy every day. K

angel of favorite coffee mugs and small gestures

Sweet face of an Angel

Just as night walks across the meadow
leaving for another sunrise,
and the stars blink and wink,
shuttering their windows,
the coffee makers light springs on
and the aroma of hazelnut fills the house,
warm as the bed where you had lain just moments before.
Small gestures-
dark and light,
coffee and cream,
warmth and comfort.
All these things, small epiphanies made manifest,
illuminating the morning hour.

ridiculous joy

Believe Angels

The disc turns the soft fragrant earth
across the spring fields while
small moon faced calves caper
and lark,
whisking their tails in triumphant and ridiculous joy.

Ahh Spring-
you dress in Edens green,
(you Eve, you Adam)
drawing us into the garden
from which we all fled-

where moon faced angels
caper at each fence post,
their wings tangled in sweet honeysuckle
and ridiculous joy.

the angel of high deserts and wandering prophets

Angel 2

Its tough
wandering from oasis to oasis
in the high desert-
the days seems endless
with only the ravens for company.

Once I thought there was someone,
someone the old men talked about,
someone who could bring bloom to the dry places
and honey from the stone.

I thought that there might be a way,
a light, a star to follow
that would lead to the right place
where that someone would be.

And I thought I would know when it happened
and that person would know me
and would call me by my real name.
And the ravens would become doves
and rise into the light
like angels in the desert sky.