The Rite of Spring

Heart to heart

There is no cure

To fires longing

Ever seeking

To know

The eyes of love

The rite of spring

Unfurled on wings

Lifted lonely aching

Barren branches

Quake to know

The wind and rain

And sun

Boughs that join

The earth and sky

Spirit holds the hand

Of life the essence

Of the dream

Rising through

A sacred cord

Photo: Morning Sunfire by gfs

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The Point of Light

In the beginning

Source said

Let there be light

In the beginning

The word was

With source

And the word

Was source

The point being

The word

Was light

And darkness

Fell on the land

Photo: Sedona Sunset by gfs

Rear view mirror

Where were we

When today opened

It’s door

And asked

Us to enter

Love’s season

Timelessly traced

The reason away

Turned out to wonder

Alone

Summer days wanting

For winters return

While watching

Our lives

Through

Rear view mirrors

While the sun

Courses days

Through our sky

Photo: Winter Stream at John Boyd Thatcher State Park by gfs

Rivers of tears

matters of the heart
lie hidden
these untruths
seldom revealed
to the light
of day
of eyes
lusting
lasting
leaving
of all the shadows
cold remains

purpose poses
as if to say
here I am
there I go
forever wandering
in time
never wondering
why we came
where we came
from and leading
to the fall
of water into
waves

eye motions
emotions beg
forgiveness of sins
signs in seasons
opening whether
the weather
the winds
and the rain
cry rivers of tears
cleansing rivers
of blood
while the soul
seeks forever’s
refrain

Photo – Sedona Sunset by gfs enhanced using Waterlogue for iPad

Crystal Eyes

what memories
live inside
these words
what feelings
lie hushed
under a morning
of new fallen
snow

slipping
through icy fingers
melting
in her mind
the way Spring’s
swollen streams
wash hilltop
tumble stones
into greening
valleys

maybe he
held her gaze
too long
in dreams
crystal eyes
wide open
where the heart
yearns to hold
onto colors
faded to black
and white
between sheets
of rain
and thoughts of
coming home

Photo: https://wallpaperstock.net/purple-sky-fog-sun-trees-snowy_wallpapers_40503_1920x1200_1.html

A fair wind

standing
at a precipice
we felt
the earth move
and there
among the clouds
we dreamed
things that mortals
seldom dare
unearthly visions
sank beneath the haze
sand slipping
into an ocean
of memories
lost in time
light filtering
to a seabed
waves (of emotion)
still flowing
even as the storm
has passed
and sails billow
again (reaching)
before a fair wind

Far From Here

She’s looking away
into a far sky
across a canyon of hope
To a place
where she knew
he would remain
even as he stood
by her side

Her dreams
and their dreams
Melting in ice falls
of tears
falling like rain
Knowing the leaving
was coming too soon
and knowing how
love was forever
As rivers flowing
and sails
on its oceans
searching
for passages home
There is no distance
in the heart
she said
and agreed
time’s return was
too soon

Memories wait
forever unfolding
new lands beheld
in the sun
and there
hearts will keep
between sheets of rain
the presence returning
in reflections of light
in his eyes

Photo by gfs – Near Chandler, AZ 2017

Underneath the heart

how broken shall we find
ourselves, our spirit, and soul
before we come to understanding
the choice, the sense and reason

before the dreams awakening
unfolding flower scents in love
the color of a spring in bloom
alights around an after-noon

to sit in silence wondering
at the time we came to know
the weight of all our schemes
and things, our destiny revealing

these are days to try the soul
yet what’s uncovered melts
the ice that held the heart
within, without its reasoning


Image: https://www.wikiart.org/en/ivan-shishkin/fallen-tree-siverskaya

Breathe in me

how soft the leaves
fall in autumn
days growing shorter
colder
the wind moves north
and the clouds
fold under the sky
in shades of grey

long nights before us
hearts left lonely
seek a warm hearth
a fire inside (the heart)
blankets of love
blankets of snow
crackling embers
memories of summer
bonfire nights
fireflies
and longings
now come to pass

alone with this moment
the clock gives up
its hands
all that was
and ever will be
becomes present
sunset and moon-rise
each breath is love
inward forgiving
out for the taking
emptied of all
we’ve become

photo by gfs at Twins Lakes, CO