Summer Smiles
Children’s sparkling laughter finds its way
through the oppressive, searing, summer sun,
bringing back the memory
of abundant energy
once possessed
in my young and vibrant body-
now transformed
into a lazy, lounging lump,
content to wile away the afternoon,
while my eyes chase clouds
through rose-tinted lenses,
or winding my way
through Hooper’s new novel
while listening
to children’s sparkling laughter
as it finds its way
through the oppressive, searing, summer sun.
And I smile.
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York Pond Road
The pregnant clouds of yestereve
gave birth to a new world
of untouched promise.
As I walk alone
down York Pond Road,
leaving shallow signs
of my solitary presence
in the virgin soft snow,
the trees bow low
to touch their tips
in a sparkling kiss,
bejeweled by the sun
blazing and shining
off their icy encasings,
creating a tunnel
of magnificent, blinding light
that whispers
of the power of nature,
in all of her glory,
and the miracles of God
on a mid-winter morn.
I pause in my ramblings
and simply stand,
unafraid,
and I bask
in this magical world,
where my lungs ache
from the chill,
and my eyes burn
from the beauty.
I give thanks to the day
and turn to face
the trail I’ve made,
to trace it back
on my quiet return,
my footsteps silenced
by the muffling nature
of the powdered snow,
on this wintry morn
on York Pond Road.
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Midnight Merry
The sun’s finally set.
The night’s been set free,
to spread o’er the land,
o’er hill, o’er sea,
to breathe its dark breath
by the light of the moon,
to seek fairy circles
hid on grass-covered dunes.
The flicker of flames dances on the horizon.
They signal the time of the fae people’s rising.
From rivers and trees, they follow the call,
to the ring of wild mushrooms at the elven court’s ball.
The shadows, they gather; they frolic and dance.
They feast and make merry, finding time to romance.
The magical sounds float like light on the air,
more joyful than any poor mortal can bear.
And as the sun finally sends forth its long dazzling lances,
the fairies all share in the last of the dances.
They nod their goodbyes-fade away with the dawn,
as the mortal world stretches with a good morning yawn.
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Eve’s Side
Sister, mother, goddess,
You didn’t know the enemy in time.
You dwelled in wild paradise
with birds and berries,
your breasts bared and beautiful.
In the night he came-
the fallen angel,
whispering promises of passion.
“Awake to new knowledge.
The divine created you
a race
born to obey.
Illumination will set you free.
Taste the fruit;
trust in me.”
Our sister, mother, goddess,
weak and strong at once,
broke the bonds she was born to.
The earth quivered.
The garden fell silent.
Death, blood, and birth burst through tranquility.
Welcome to the real world.
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angelahinkleartist 