a purple Spring wind

the wind here has been amethystine
dusky dark and blue
rising up from the vast expanse of pacific seas ...

as it skips and surges over the meringue tipped bay
it captures and carries
all birds here in flight
within the silent folds of its silken slips

all that remains of their intentioned flight
dark against day, black as night
is the faint whisper of rustled feathers ...
a prayer, an eye blink, heart beats

their graceful balletic movements
uncontrolled and runaway
are far more glorious
than their expected routine

  

they take flight my birds,
caught in windshine at sundown
like chiffon in the breeze
outlined against a periwinkle sky 

  

inside, new work and spring flowers
unfurl and become real

ideas, auras, anemones  

 

like crepe paper and dreams ...

unfold!

as i move around and through my life
i'm forever drawn to what inspires me.
to the kindlings that ignite my passions
and cause my every sense to vibrate with visions and imaginations unseen …

i am, in my moments of imperfection & evolving strength
drawn to the shore.
i inhale the saline currents of water and air.
i quench myself in golden rays of dayshine.
i am amplified,
as each of Gaia's inconsiderable miracles sing out
mellifluous voices raised
in a sacred hymn
that only i can hear!

my weekend is brimming over …
my every sense is aroused.

 

 by the wing beats of birds

each upstroke a whisper

of renewal and rebirth.

i didn't know that barn swallows mated

in accordance with the rise and fall of the Golden Gate's indigo hem,

or that the beaks of starlings

turn to pure gold

in this vernal season

did you?

my cup is half full

with smiles from strangers.

our inconsequential chatter as we pass each other by

about sun and small dogs

means nothing at all

and everything at once!

we are connected in space and time

sewn into place by this faire city

and however brief our encounter

i am reminded of the worth

of REAL human connection.

my creative juices are welling,

nearing spill stagewith the assembling of treasures, collected and
placed before me,

fragments of my vision ... arcs of my soul:


leather, time worn smooth by the skins of humankind.
rubies, the seeds of Persephone's fruit.
amethyst, crystalline and delicate, protecting us against thievery,
fortifying us with courage, yet reminding us to be gentle.
silver & bones, burnished and washed white.
stars, hailing from the seas and the skies, holding tight ~ shining bright.
shells, calciferous forts, abandoned homes, grain eroded to luminescence.
and gold, Montezuma's honey, spun hair of angels, light from the earth.

my palette has been quenched with blush wine

the color of conch pearls and heaven.
it's been piqued by chile and rare spices, caressed by the bittersweet broodings of cacao
and salt-stained with fried capers, and hardware store popcorn!


the ca-cawing of crows fills the room, birdsong and paw pattering.
laughter enters my windows.
gratefulness spills from my being
yet, i am filled up.


and then, what remains of today?

hoping your weekend has been thus far bountiful 
in all that awakens your imagination …
and your senses.