Remember

When the grackles camegrackles
moon was complete
she shone full and luscious
with promise
and grackles filled themselves
full emptying the feeder
even the lost bits tucked
between pebbles and mulch

And season changed
coyote strode across my path
in morning sun
dipping into bushes and rushes
lining the creek
covering his route
hiding his purpose

I swept away spider web
entangled with yellow leaves
and twigs loosened in
fall’s first wind,
the portal closed, lost
to the chill of change

In balance of night and day
I reach to you beyond
the milky way where we
sit on edge, a simple swash
of light compared to
your dazzling beam

With your healing
I rise with those who
walk in One light, who
speak with One voice, who
dance in One joy with you.

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Author’s Note:

Seasons change. As do we.

The Autumnal Equinox revealed an opening to me. It seems that in this equal stance, balancing between dark and light, it is possible to see with more clarity while trying not to fall completely into either dark or light.

As I move into longer nights and colder air, of sleeping insects and sluggish crawly creatures who understand this rhythm, a rhythm I have forgotten, I find myself beginning to remember.

It is about remembering. It is nothing new to find or discover. It has always been a part of me.

I welcome this insight, this peace of mind.

As the mystic Julian of Norwich shared in her thirteenth showing – but all shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.

And I believe if all manner of thing shall be well, then all IS well right now – in all manner of things.

Peace and Light,

Lex

Primordial

Day Two
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Primordial

 

You whisper to me,
ancients who know the path

I pick up a grounded seed dropped
from limbs arched to sky

and yet firmament begins
at my feet, no need to reach

to touch Infinity, you surround me –
my family, my guardians, my Beloved

a little shake and the world
trembles knowing its possibilities

I release you back to earth
allowing what comes, to be

As we cycle around, Sun and Moon
in rhythm, heartbeats echo as One,

seed will sprout beneath moist loam,
trusting the ancient way, the only way

to grow and nurture, give oneself back,
and begin again the cycle primordial

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Author’s Note:

Day Two of NaPoWriMo

“And now, our daily (optional) prompt. Today, I challenge you to write a poem that takes the form of a family portrait. You could write, for example, a stanza for each member of your family. You could also find an actual snapshot of your family and write a poem about it, spending a little bit of time on each person in the picture. You don’t need to observe any particular form or meter. Happy writing!”

 

Thank you for visiting my blog today.

I want to give a special thank you to Sandra Ingerman. I am currently in a Year of Ceremony sponsored by SoundsTrue. Her journey and inspiration have given me a new meaning of family. Also, to Kathleen Gorman from Sacred Space Colorado and the Four Winds Society for walking with me as I come to meet myself and my Beloved.

I would like to invite you to introduce yourself, like, comment, tweet, and/or share this post with friends on this second day of NaPoWriMo.

If you leave a comment below, I will enter your name in a free drawing for a copy of my book of poetry, Filters. Tweet, and I’ll put your name in twice! Just be sure to tag me in your tweet. Subscribe to my blog and I put you in one more time. (Sorry, but you need to be in the continental US, postage you know.)

This first drawing will close at 1:00 am Mountain Daylight Time, April 9th. Check back and I will post the winner sometime in the morning of April 9th.

Another freebie?

Yes. I have two poems published in Casual, a FREE e-book at Tweetspeak Poetry. Check them out! They are a delightful resource for getting your poetry on!

See you tomorrow.

Lexanne