Category Archives: Spiritual
I shall not seek Thee —in a stiff collar of white or colorless turbine. Or, robes of wool…covering skin dark or light over bones disguised in cloaks of Yellow, Orange, Brown, and lest not we forget Cremora White!
—You have no need to convince me of the fig leaf on my soul! I have acknowledged its presence. I will find its place in the empty void.
I shall find You —by going forward and leaving me alone.
In valley below
winter thaws upcoming spring
On Holderness Road
Above urgent toes, pushing small glazed pinecones,
a late December wind was bristling with snow spitting
at heels in a steady pace crunching frozen pine needles.
Owls hoot! Shadows dart! Dead limbs snap!
Moonlight guides them to a glowing rising bend.
Boot soles slide on unseen ice —but, balance is regained.
The remaining sun begins to fade from dusk.
Curling nesting squirrels brightly tick eventide;
finding themselves short of distant village lights.
Snow, now steadily blowing in a whiteout slant
mellowed the glow from the windows
of the houses, steady burning lamps.
The wind tore through their over-coats
threads fluttered and shredded behind them
as they hastened to saved empty seats.
In scented moonlight, they caught the smoke
that waffled thru stone chimneys
—they were welcomed arrivals in houses of warmth;
they were seated in the glow at table side,
where they lit the center white candle —awaiting Christmastide,
along with the joyful hearts of expectant families.
Sundown was sinking from a ridge on Holderness road
Inviting me, or so I thought, to turn off –my one light on.
(The one I had turned on, when darkness was creeping along).
I could see as I stared out from my large window—
the only one in my cave— a dimming invitation
for a quick evenings celebration; honoring a season’s resignation.
I wanted to meet her –to greet her,
Before the winter moon rose to extinguish
her completed season’s accomplishments.
I left the house in a goose down vest,
donning my formal Pendleton— wide brim’s best.
Without a thought, I walked many steps
going about my way.
Until I opened my eyes
on an illuminated path of autumn amber pine needles
glowing from the rising moon and sunlight’s sunset.
They met and greeted me with giggles and mutual song.
I caught their transition between darkness and dawn.
They kissed each other… as the moon
asked me— to go inside
and turn the light, back on.
Photo by RKG… Holdernes Rd. Center Sandwich NH
I walk mindful
after an early summer’s rain—
trees drip shaking gently dry
warming my broad New Hampshire path
I am accompanied with a mid-August
morning breeze blowing softly through my hair—
taught— within its secret wreath