In the evening comes the dim light, the swooping away of day,
the blue, gray clouds, the turbulent air of wild birds
small specs, black and disappearing.
After awhile only quiet,
and then a certain silence settles in
it moves like fog, alongside the moon
it comes cold, blanketing the soul
a depth of space unknown
a well of darkness, undiscovered
the losing of this day, this light
and in the long, lingering hours
dwelling in the dark caved places
touching the soul and flooding the heart
the crashing waves will come
to break one wildly apart.
CA Guilfoyle Feb 28
In this park there are birds atop ice cakes
stiff mittened kids, cold nosed and half froze
they slide on paths of glass, toward home.
A small stream cuts through this place,
black water, humming with coots and ducks.
Long toothed icicles waiting to impale the earth,
beneath our feet, we crack and shatter tiny frozen ponds,
revealing muddied blades of grass, green as in summer.
A myriad of birds in the sun, come to puff and quiver,
but soon the mountain clouds will come to shroud
the day, the sky, so cold, a frost in grey and silver.
CA Guilfoyle Feb 27
I felt like wind, void of soul
transient, moving thing
all the blowing around
with waves and shores
under moons and silent,
awaiting certain suns.

Only a sound outside the window
chimes and bells, nothing to grasp
though felt, a warm wind,
a chill splitting cold.
CA Guilfoyle Jan 8
With crying seagulls, salt tears of spraying seas
this rugged coast of obelisk ancient stones
black blowing reign of squall and fury
the swallowing of sand and shore
tonight a ghost, a murmur of moon
the pitch grows ever darker
fretful wrath of wild ocean
awaits the calm to come,
the bright startle of
CA Guilfoyle Jan 5
The green vines of spring, tendrils wrapped and clinging
winter colored moons travel southward toward summer
this blossomy bliss and spark of stars, petals of falling sky
round rain, the crash and splashing muddy pool
an underground garden of jewels that loom
in cool caves they creep and drowsy sleep
can only dream to bloom.
#spring #green #garden #dream
CA Guilfoyle Dec 2017
Red velvet, rain roses
petals drip in language of love
unfurling in morning, night buds are blooming
this garden - a twining of birds.
Sunning, the lilies are burning red
night stars are sleeping
drunk, we are drinking
the silence of words unsaid.
CA Guilfoyle Oct 2017
There is a holiness in the wind
these wisps of diaphanous clouds that fly
always I smile in the gentlest of winds that kiss
oh, but I do not like the harshness of winds that whip
how they come to blow the hollow of darkness
toward the light again, things buried underground
places - like death, the stabbing pains
I've met, awakened while
seeing and feeling.
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