Perle Champion

summers loosed her hold
miasmal humidity
now diamonds strewn
cross the browning grass
shimmering in morning sun
mind candy hearts balm

I never really
heard the knocking at the door
destiny waltzed by
old manuscripts lie
fallow In dark drawers dust motes
only sunshine kissed

happiness is not
a continuous stream, it comes
in draughts, drink deeply
savor every one
of memory’s warm embers
banked against the storm

I keep beloved things
in disarray around me
mingling with shadows
in dusty corners
of my life’s work in progress
scattered golden leaves

I am textured oils
she is soft watercolor
spring melts winter’s frost

me the harlequin
seen dancing through beveled glass
she the sent mime

Day 2 of my magical gratitude practice.  The gratitude rock is small and white and I like the focus for meditation.  Although I much prefer the flame, the flame stays with the candle and the small stone nests warmly between silk and the girl closest to my heart.  It’s flat enough not to mess with the line of my blouse.

Night came early with the fall back to central standard time, so when the rain came I could hear it but not see it just beyond my window.

Night’s Tears

it’s raining beyond 
my darkened window soothing
yet perhaps bad news
makes melancholy 
what I feel most at the sound
of night’s unseen tears