CA Guilfoyle Sep 13

I cannot stand these cages we make
see how we fly, how we try to be free
I have let go of every bird, I've ever thought I had
I see them in dreams now and then
I watched their wings turn against or away from the wind
saw some tattered, fly home again.
I loved the swoop and dive
the diaphanous delight of downy feathers
in winter, gathering cozy all around me
I am mesmerized by dark wings
the trick and glint of light
it warms like fire, a place
to dream by.

CA Guilfoyle Sep 3

Fallen leaves, mud and trees
roots, willowy dark and deep
tangled and moving through the water
legs and feet, the moon-green heat
August's fiery stars, the red blood of mars
fretful season of fires and floods.

CA Guilfoyle Aug 29

I think it quite strange living here, walled by this house
when I was wilder than now, I lived in nature
stalking birds and pollen laden, blooming things
always my toes in sands or hot footed in summer
I was in love with the sky, no matter the weather
in storms I hid away beneath branches of cedars
sleeping on mossy pillows, in the woods of my backyard
I never thought much about houses then, I only went there
to sleep or eat and then waited to leave again
waited for an inkling of sun to warm the cold grass
spent days climbing trees, red plums and cherries
I imagined that's how life would always be,
living outdoors under the sun or clouds
wet with rain, always picking flowers.

CA Guilfoyle Aug 29

Wings -
silk and from the glistening light, gold threaded sewn
woods of iridescent butterflies, where crow birds caw
mossy paths, flecked with feathers indigo
raven speaks imparting wisdom to thee
green forest, this path a place to be free.

CA Guilfoyle Aug 26

In the trees, through the leaves came crescent shadows
tiny silhouetted scooped moons upon the ground
without sound, black the round disappearing sun
in ways it came highlighting the shining of souls
and felt around the globe, shined like gold, like silver
like our shimmering days of lakes wet in rain forest waters
you and I on a path coming together, moving further and further
traveling through woods and smokes, traveling home
with a head full of smoke and eyes that cannot see me
my love I am truly in the fire.

CA Guilfoyle Jul 31

When I was a bird, a crow
black winged upon the shore and sunning
in the tangle of days, salt and seaweed wrapped
watching oceans seep and move between the rocks,
the light jump or hide away within the blackened cracks
I waited for the afternoon warmth, the slow reveal of seas retreating
watching waves of oysters and clams, the rolling of pebbled sands
hours in the drift, sifting shores for broken mollusk shells
all of my days dredging between storms, in love
with the sky and sea.

CA Guilfoyle Jul 24

Like water running, strange requiem
things I can't recall, though deep in soul feel
these skies, these burning lives
we are wild in the fields
only a sun, a storm, the rain
passing by.

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