Falling in the Garden – a few poems

      The Open Door

I like to step outside the door of morning

to where the sun wraps me up in summer golddeeppath

and lets me trace the pattern of flowers –

as a beloved’s face beneath my eager fingers,

I hear the tiny tick of hummingbird time caught in mosaic flight,

And feel my tongue tingle with bee-churned honey on fresh baked bread like a sweet kiss.

At night the moon waits at the keyhole to cloak me in a silver veil

and lead me to the star tossed sea,

then with a skyclad rising,

the mist brings soft quiet to the senses before the orchestra of dawn

                                                         The star tossed sea

I have a portal I pass through

Where I see and taste and touch the wind

and watch the trees dancing in the grove as they converse

in roaring whispers 

there you are jackAAB!!

They found Jack tucked away at the edge of the crystal forest

and skate through like Jack Frost glass

to see the snow fall softly on our little country road

where dreams and unicorns lie hidden behind the hedgerows


 but are still there, …. 






fingers of light from the lady moon

reaching past flickering 

tree branches

slide through the lacy strands

and clasp my shadow self

to a moment’s mindfulness