reflections on a quiet morning

Concentric rings 2

From the quiet cove,
the sound of a fish
leaping from the waters surface-
the ripples unfurl
across the reflection of clouds.

Dark green ripples
spill onto the rocky shore –
the consequence
of unseen movement
the theory of waters longing.

Light chooses its balance
and its path,
from the clouded sun,
from the illusion of water.

of light and dreams

july morning

Waking in a landscape of dreams-
boats tethered to the sky
and waters wandering into deep green woods –
pools of light reflecting in the trees.

Bright reflections of the waters surface-
closer now,
more intimate-
spark across my bedroom,
gilding the lavender sheets
and the pale silver walls
with its watery light.

Rising water laps onto the woods edge,
spilling its deep river secrets
into the rocky ground.
Bits of debris,
detritus of felled timber,
flotsam and jetsam
of the rocky ridge,
float on the coves surface.

The give and take of high water.
The give and take
of light
and dreams.

Buttermilk Sky

Buttermilk Sky

The bright winter sky is dappled with high clouds
The color of butter
The light and shadow play across the landscape
Light then dark
Then light

A dark shadow comes across my brow
And the grief returns to my heart
Though our lintel was marked
With lambs blood
Blessed with prayer
Adorned with mirrors
The dark angel still came
Her beauty, awful,
As she sat at our table
And the losses became uncountable
I wonder still when she will return,
Because, oh yes, she will return
Or perhaps, she is just waiting
Sitting on my porch step
Waiting for another shadow to form

My face again is in sunlight
The dappled clouds moving away from the sun
Casting shadows on the winter landscape
Bright in the buttermilk sky.