EXCERPTS From: A Pause in the Desert
In solstice light comes a landscape renewed in chill
delight, grasping for the remains of summer even when
it has long passed. Upon this first month of Winter, the
sun casts subdued shadow forms which linger into the
twilight and mingle with moonbeams in the night which
will grow long and still, taking no exception to harbored
dreams of gardeners and other folk, casting them in a
game of jacks while sleep encases noble plans for the
distant Spring; hearts and thoughts just trapped like
insects in resin. Now to tend to oneself and one's home.
Projects long left within the cluttered cloister of brain as
ways to enrich idle days, can become focal points by
which to pass the hours. Reading books long left
unopened, gathering as they ably will, dust upon their
shelves. Bringing new worlds, new ideas and new lands
to help satisfy restlessness into passive acceptance that
now is not the best time for working outdoors. Holidays
approach and with them renewed correspondence with
friends and family, seeming to have just occurred but
clearly, a whole year having been and gone. Eating
becomes a pastime. A passion. Laziness gains weight
in the politics of respite. But come the garden tilling,
tree pruning and other Winter chores one month hence,
there will be a changing of the guard. So this sojourn
can be relished even if it is brief and filled with other
rituals as it has become inclement. Already, when
bringing out the old decorations, memories begin to
march from the recesses of experience into present day,
enlivening the season with color and cheer, if only for a
The Flower Moon
Timid as it rises
the moon shines thin
beside a vagrant planet bold.
Air fresh and cool
with pungent flowers unseen
blooming through the night.
The trill of a bird
out of place in the stillness
and followed by slealthy paws
through the violet beds.
Sniffing for food
their beaming eyes alert
this hour belongs to the 'coons
and the cats.
Two months more and scorpions
will be afoot and snakes upon
the warmth of the Summer eves.
Two months more of these cooler
days and nights between the
frosts and the fires.