Warmer May
Unseasonally
Lightning strike
Energy pours out
Into the dark sky
By the side of the River

Isolated burst
Suburban fringe
Outlying ignited
Spontaneously 
By the side of the River

Flicker blaze
Pungent haze
Smoulder spread
Into the dead roots
By the side of the River

Consumed hectares
Decades debris
Floating breeze
Carelessly over horizon
By the side of the River

Whisper breeze
Turned inward
Cooling craze
Dousing inflamed
By the side of the River

Sundown shifts
Several degrees
Bed of green
Inextinguishable light
By the side of the River

Colder June
Seasonally so
Wintering in
Life seeping in
Into well-trodden paths
By the side of the River

‘When there’s nothing left to burn you have to set yourself on fire.’ – Stars, Your Ex-Lover is Dead.

I have always admired
The kick-ass attitude
Of women who embrace
Their womanhood

Clothed in dignity
Poised for action
Whether by the tread
Of their boots
Or soft footfalls
Of thoughts and dreams
Pacing the mind

In the archives of time
There is no deeper longing
No greater sacrifice 
Of love
Regardless of whether
Acclaimed or understood
Than the hallowed halls
Of womanhood.

How many times
Have my many words
Revealed my ignorance 
And yet
Met by silent smiles
Graciousness 

All the leaves are brown and the sky is grey…

Spent 
All my time
Pining
For one who is elevated
To the highest place
To the marrow

Seek
To draw down
Immersing
For one who is flesh and veins
To the resting place
To the cocoon

Write
To the hunger
Investing
For one who is quickening
To the nesting place
To the shore

You make me smile with my heart

Always difficult to know
How much is enough
With each cell 
Swelling and subsiding
Needing, meaning making
Immune to doubt
Giving out, taking in
To no end
Replacing what is expelled
With new life, strength, hope
All the while growing
More and beautiful
Under my skin

New, crescent, waxing phases
Since you called
Out of hiding
Neither defend
Or deny

Each bite
A little light
Every thought
A little death 
Of ego and resistance 

Find my heart in this
Hours measured out in bliss

'Why we can't be
Or see 
who cuts us asunder
Like a boor felling a tree
You're the thunder
Going under
Over me

Don't forget to pray
To keep it away
Away from every day
Where you wonder
Why we can't be...'

Song lyrics by Anja Plaschg, Soap and Skin. 

Creative spark
I see in you
Dreaming
Waking me

Latent seed
I wait for you
Expectantly
Resurrect me

Winter Sun
I long for you
Ritually 
Nourish me

Sanguine one
I dine with you
Replenishing
Anchor me

Blossoming love
I ride with you
Untethering
Embolden me

Sacred space
I live with you
Opening
Swallow me

Whole