This season is both new and old.
Treasure both.
Creating Christmas
St Nicholas
A favored Christmas piece.
Honest gaze- no glitz
Winter
coat white outside
layered over
inside
lost in a season
incognito
buried in the hope
rooted within
Nurture
Cold near death
alone
no warmth of breath
no embers of care
but running deep into pain
a voice heard without a sound made
into a space where healing begins.
Time
Lived as if traveled
from place to another space.
Felt as if stricken or lost in a fading dream
Forgotten always in bliss and love-
slower and slower in gasps of hope.
A whirl and window
until a story becomes in time,
beauty at last.
Delish!
Holding on to summer.
Dressed dogs, lightly deviled eggs, and grilled nectarine.
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Promise year: 42
To have and to hold “will not last long”
too messy, too young they said
yet 42 promise years later,
we stand each whole
and yet one.
Lost often in transitions of life and being
Found tired and tried
But always true to the journey
One breath at a time of I Love You’s.
Skin
Bearers of power live from the surface
skin deep-
the only measure of dominance.
Too many die in the shadow
of their sun spared wrappings
-Of hate by exclusion
-Of fear in black cover
Peace
Exhaled
breath to the end
Emptied
pulsing heart
confused by hate and race
not white
under the weight of grace-less men
this Black life matters
"Mama" please
rest in peace
Roots
Rain heavy leaves
surviving the fall
spine fractured and severed high,
alive only in memory of a collective grace.
With dreams of new life budding
in leaf soaked earth,
roots nurture all of life
Mother kissed
birthing a new haven.
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