Night-time Luck

I found myself drawn to the window as the glow from the moon and newly lit tree magnetized the view. My hands reached for my camera before I could question the idea of taking photographs in the darkness. And, as I opened the slider warm night air– such an eerie feeling for the end of November– welcomed me layer-less and eager to begin this experiment. I don’t have a tripod, I know! So, I instantly walked to the edge of our deck and laid on my belly trying to see if I could get all I wanted in the frame. I wasn’t lucky enough to make that work so I sat on the ground in front of the deck, holding the camera on my knee and tilting it into position.

Cosmic Blend

And easily my breath retreats
into the shadows of dusk-driven
light as the air
feeling quietly warm with the damp cold of night soon to come
silhouettes shine sharp and true
the sliver of the most dainty tiny moon calls out
hanging low

The Water Calls

Come dip your toes erase
the perfect stillness get comfortable stay
awhile allow the crispness of my waters
to fold around you to enliven your cells
to remind you of when you were younger, please
aren’t I inviting?

MMC- Seasons

Drifting in and out
of the winds there is a shift between
where one can rest within the bright sun
the shadows growing long the crisp air
hanging on even with the morning sun
frost beginning to stay awhile the sun longing to stay up all night

Intertwined

A balance comes seeping in when noticing
the light and darkness together intertwined
neither denied
and both readily defined
where lines of love cross
despair and clouds of hope accumulate

Soften

I am struck by the softness within the vast
expanse of my thoughts ever changing knots
exposed with the tidal shift of summer days
and endless waves of expected bliss yet I can see
there is more I need to feel and float upon
to give into and celebrate the siege

Wild

With hesitation I am called in
to the tangles endless directions feeling
socked in hearing the crunching
of my feet and snapping twigs I wonder
if I am alone or did the trees know I was coming

Tracks

Emotional tracks are never easy
to follow they wobble and clutch
question and borrow time
and again they pull me into the whir of what once was
old feelings just because
claws outstretched silent guard down with impatience
spreading thoughts of balance and breath retreating
carrying me away

MMC- Repetition

Quietly it begins the thoughts
of unworthiness laid like a blanket where you want to climb in
further darkening the feeling
until maybe just maybe you won’t get up
but why?

Shining down overwhelming
the darkness goosebumps raising frown lifting
eyes expanding beyond the ground
the spring time suffering is draining away
and in its place your vulnerable cleansed body