Tuesday, December 11, 2012

calling moon to venus











violet-blue wash  . . .
a softness of dusk-pink defines the horizon
lift the brush
& carry the felted bird,
the pined branch
as
forgiveness lies thorned & dry upon the scarred skin of acceptance
run your hand down the sternum of this fairy apple-soul
to
light the way to love
in corners ash bold & sharp
thrumming to season's shift
and
winter's bite of frost & fragility gray
no more
no more
paint my path with the colors of this day


2 comments:

  1. whatever it was...sounds like you are glad it's over...beautifully expressed.

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  2. Ahhh …. such spot-on insight Niamh … !! Thank you ❤

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