I sometimes feel In the singular Even in my own home Flicking switches Tightening taps Rinsing our eggshells Crushing them Like brittle dreams But over time My way is becoming The way Save the jars Scrub and recycle the plastic Make towers of tubs…
May the first stirrings of spring be felt joyfully within you. Here’s my musings from last year: https://mabhsavage.com/2019/02/01/imbolc-treasure/
May you have a wonderful Yuletide or Christmas, however you may be celebrating or spending your time these next few days. Here’s my musings on the magic of the Christmas Tree over at Pagan Pages: https://paganpages.org/emagazine/2019/12/01/notes-from-the-apothecary-56/ 🌟
A link back to last autumn, and the bright colours that entranced us. Merry Equinox! via Autumn Colours
The world creaks I stand on my step Suddenly unsteady As if I felt The planet Tilt Wind teases Rain taunts Something is growing Beneath The earth warms The sky cries And the world Creaks
The rain roars down A lions last attempt To eviscerate The zebra of sun From the jungle of cracks In the pavement A whip crack of water Slashing holes In lawns, borders Ants dive for cover In the jungle of cracks In the pavement…
Sunshine splashing warm tea Hot cross buns Fresh baked bread Dishwasher steam Just ironed sheets Across my face I snuggle in it And sigh.