Morning sun returns each dawn we fear not our new chances end Though confident our voice sounds true in truth we misconstrued our friend A shard of love yet held inside one silken chamber of the heart cuts through with every breath we give our bold amends Pride's foolish art More trials we sweat and… Continue reading Chosen
No trace remains of that day of clay and crayons of chalk and chewing gum, of sweaty palms and swollen self-consciousness No trace except for two dry red prints set on stark white parchment, silently declaring an intention to witness, and better still, to be witnessed Stashed away beneath bobbins and musty magazines, ten delicate… Continue reading Digits
You caught my eye while passing through a crossroads, underneath the shade of broken pine yet holding fast through ages rising straight and staid The sacred place has drawn me many times when seeking clearer ways of finding truths that whisper far from now and call toward later days Long shadow lingers, sunlight hides too… Continue reading Sapling Again
Balance heavily over the raging whirlpools of melted snow Littered with flecks of frayed moss cheering Palm sized stones who proceed in haste down the hill Intent on their timely arrival for Sol's brilliant finale Wonder cautiously before an imposing, sharp Tigerskin boulder motionless Draped in a blue shawl of light and air and gravity… Continue reading Up and Down
Golden Mother guards, wipes, sings, feeds and holds she glows in the early morning sun. Crimson Mother teaches, cleans, cheers, totes and scolds she wafts from the scent in every summer rose. Chartreuse Mother counsels, waits, shares, cries and believes she hums in your ear during a chance afternoon pause. Violet Mother watches, worries, heals,… Continue reading Rainbow Mother
Dani's Healing 