Just Spring

Where are the birds?

I sense the sound of birdsong
The blackbird of the morning
But now the cold wind drives everything in its path

Where are the seeds?

I sense them sprouting
Underground, their soft green caps
Untouched by air or sky

Where is the snow?

The snow that blew across the window yesterday
Is gone, a distant memory
While April’s wind releases her winter madness

Is it truly April?

I feel the same as she does,
Wanting to stir the cold ground
And feel the first blossom of my creativity.

Dark of the Moon Goddess

She has big legs
is tall and dark
with flashing
diamond eyes

When she opens her mouth
red flowers bloom, green leaves
frame her with their
rain-soaked fragrance

Her skin is made
from music sewn together
from the passion
of a summer afternoon

Her soprano scream
floats rippling down
the mountain stream
of primordial wisdom

I close my eyes
and feel her singing
in my blood
kaleidoscope colors

She is my secret
soul sister
the Goddess
of invisible women.

Mote of Meditation

The winter sun
illuminating nothing
empty of self
empty of other

The luminous sun
white with fog
burning off the mirrored clouds
of mind

Removing obscurations
the air between
ourselves and the sun
light years vanish