Forecast calls for shooting stars

We are blazing too

I watch my people closely

sunset silhouette
insistently ruby rose
reminds me *the fire within

fragile blue with morning star
traffic batters on
covering silence endless flow
mine this ripening dawn

brushing long hair
mirror to each other

Raw then.
Poem speaks to that.

now ready to receive
eager to share
I speak my ode to her

present in each others eyes
all streaming tears of relief

A Respite of Nurturance
~~~~~~
Here nothing is heard
save drips of mother essence
echoing in curved canals
softening walls of red earth
molded with searching caress.
Nothing felt but my creations
forgotten, ignored, feared
now borne again from depths
yearning to express
All I Am
~~~~~~
Here waits my muse
languid in comfort
contentedly still
until the moment of emergence
into the dance of light and shadow.

Perverse it is that I will party in december
and squeeze gifts from nine *******
when what I long for is to go deep
running my hands along smooth dark cavern walls
perhaps pausing
my finger in the ****
dreaming to hold back
the torrent of all that is emerging
in these final days of year
when I Earth Centered Pagan Pray
to be delivered from longest night.

My muse does not desert.

She waits in quiet recess.