Art by Valerie Claff
www.valerieclaff.com
www.valerieclaff.com
Winter Owl hoots three times in the far woods,
fair warning for all small creatures
scurrying to their burrows.
fair warning for all small creatures
scurrying to their burrows.
Are we not still and always
those crouching figures
who flee the heavenly alchemy?
Three times in the crackling air,
Owl hoots for us.
those crouching figures
who flee the heavenly alchemy?
Three times in the crackling air,
Owl hoots for us.
*
Wind plays the drums of snow...
staccato taps
crescendo off the roofs,
flourish of shuddering branches.
Ice snaps its castanets,
its daggers.
staccato taps
crescendo off the roofs,
flourish of shuddering branches.
Ice snaps its castanets,
its daggers.
Atonal music of the darkest days
needs the most fearless,
subtle listeners.
needs the most fearless,
subtle listeners.
*
Those strumming flamenco
fingers of sunlight
are a long time away now.
fingers of sunlight
are a long time away now.
Now we go comforted
in dreams and ceremonies
flaming our star-speck candles,
in dreams and ceremonies
flaming our star-speck candles,
raising our voices against that other music,
drowning out the forever
at night's heart.
drowning out the forever
at night's heart.
*
Look up! The wheel is turning.
The spectacular crowd of stars,
the tangle of dimensions
jostle for our attention.
Salute the birth of everything holy.
The spectacular crowd of stars,
the tangle of dimensions
jostle for our attention.
Salute the birth of everything holy.
Dolores Steward (Riccio)
with thanks to Beyond the Fields We Know
~
Photo - Art by Valerie Claff
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