Perle Champion

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

a woman now she

lives each day that is given

past has no import

to a young farm girl

nor the woman she became

husband, ten children

it would change nothing

the moment is what matters

today’s crop is all

the long train ride west

just words from a past long gone

that child’s tears long dried

lineage of blood

incarnations of the soul

paint her here and now

yesterdays and some
of possible tomorrows
enable today
without history
with no imagined future
spring never flowers

quiet and alone
times my mind roams memory’s
rose colored hallways
idle thoughts walk there
holding close recall’s warm cloak
against winter’s breath

did I misplace it
or did some one erase it
my pretty drawing
of many colors
tried to pave it over for
one more parking lot

cross night’s black velvet
I ride upon the dragon’s
back of golden scales
fiery breath my guide
shooting star to those below
mythic tale begins