Winter nights can exude that sacred beauty,

poignant, wild, overwhelming. 

Cold breath waking primal life. 

Gaze into vast stars. Welcome

clear, sage surrounding spirit. 

Winter blessed.

 

 

 

OPENING NIGHT
 

 

Empty branches reach into

darkening breeze.

Eerie echoes ring from

deeper horizon.

Colder days, longer nights

made for reflection …

And wind sings, trees dance,

stars laugh in the moonlight.

 



 

Silent night, peace and cold

Imbue me with music

In ecstasy, I dance to the stars.



 

NIGHT AIR REFLECTION

 

Archetypes

walk city streets, ride subways

costumed as commoners —

subterranean trickster consciousness,

ethereal siamese twin

to the mundane.

Shadow and substance

entwine as before

the incursive divide.

I long to tell you,

yearn so I loudly whisper,

but only if you really listen.

I cannot say these things twice.

Memories seep through,

acquire form.

Stand straight and true

as soldiers or Marines

gifting full allegiance

to any who will take that load.

There are Gods foaming in excrement,

demanding relief in sardonic

sacrament

potent and deadly.

Angels and

Demons wage stochastic war;

dice from a grail

foresage trial or comfort.

Hungry Ghosts wail.

Vampires and Creatures

made of night

seek shelter before

travails of fablers

break them.

Morning Star

winks salaciously.

In wild’s kingdom

all manner of beings

thrive.

Eagles soar.

Lions roar.

Whales sing.

Humans open a

veiled third eye.

The World rejoices.

 

 
 

 

MOTHER NIGHT

 

Darkness is not defined by

absence of light.

Shadow cavorts unbound to substance.

Darkness is a place of germination.

Mixing water, air and earth

to create the fire of life renewed.

 

Quiet here,

enclosed in silence.

A tiny heartbeat starts,

sends out waves,

reverberations

rippling through deep ground.

Under water caves

feel the pulse, the beat, the becoming.

Interval, space, and impulse converge.

Innocent and ancient

take up the tune,

play riffs,

sing the structure of images.

Eerie progress through the night.

Counterpoint,

pure essence

strains through.

 

A thousand petals open,

reveal the heart of the lotus.

Luminescent

mother of pearl.

 


 

 

NIGHTSONG
 

 

Night dreamer

Night weaver

Night seeker

of what’s hidden by day.

Broken under debt to

masters of the law and ledger.

Broken under shame, 

laughter cracks expose disgrace.

Harsh brightness has ceased

faux role as friend.

Lonely, bent to meet depression’s

rightful end, widened iris eyes divine

sprite mages of the night.

Weavers, playful, out of sight

of nonbelievers in this place of

lucid mind.

Arrogance of spite,

self-entitled regals’ demands

to define right

can’t touch primal power revealed by night.

 

 

 

RISING NIGHT

 

Devine darkness.

Sparkling stars promise eternal light.

New days, new dawns, new destinations

open endless, unforeseen segues.

Wonder creates, merrily navigates veils

as each falls, cast  away.

Luminous celestial array.

Lightning aurora bursts

expose prospective trails.

Breath of pine teases thought’s horizon.

Crackling branches carry fire’s

beckoning warmth.

Eventide soothing cup, succulent sup.

Ebb of anxiety.  Ready to slumber.

Latent chant again and beyond and ever

peace, sacred peace.

 

 

 

 

NIGHT BLOOMS


Come, say I!
Enjoy the desert night blooms —
rare, exquisite, alive.
Quiet, the primeval cold,
parched, freeze-dried.
No purposeful future
divined.
Old, alien
unmarked steps upon the Earth.
Stories spin …
unsettled,
lost from warmth.
I abide, seer within frigid landscape;
dry, clear, eternal,
to enjoy the blooming.

 

 

 

 

BLESSED BE

 

 

Let the cold, dark night be

a treasured, inspiring friend.

 

Let the night take me forward

Into everfulfilling fantasies

The never empty cup,

the magic wand/magic word,

sprinkled with faery dust,

toasted with the fine bubbles

of celluloid champagne.

Let us, the night and I, sneak off into

exotic adventure.

Let us learn the secrets of the Moon and Stars,

ancient runes and alchemical wonders.

Let us play upon the backs of dragons,

learning to fly,

learning to breathe fire,

learning to explore the mountainpeaks

and caverns of

our cthonic fears

and spin them into gold.

 

 

 

ONE WINTER NIGHT UNDER GLORY

 

 

Beneath frigid sky, snow bright

sparkling stars over fallow fields

lightly twinkle. Winter is falling.

White lace rolls

down icy hillside, shivering branches.

Warmed by deep blood flow,

wonders of intensity,

wild like invigorating breath,

the joy of being alive.

 

Hillock play, a school on holiday; Winter is

friendly.   Swirls of mystery invite hot drinks,

warming tales.

Fire to carry, light the path

in darkness of winter’s truth.

Taste fresh flurries, festive, blurry, fun.

Imbued with good will well begun.

 

Close a shelter door; enjoy the fire,

warm, reminiscent of

the peace we fight for.

 

Caught in the wilds of winter.

Fresh breath, a mist of spirits

in the wind,

dancing spinning

chill elegance into

dreams beyond desire.

Timeless cold insists on lively dancing.

Fairy dust flakes veil vision

into clarity.

Coalescence of blessings

like tinsel-glow sprites dancing warmth

into this Winter’s night

 

Be at peace

Breathe in bracing wind

to warm through deep secret private reaches.

Breathe out

a better world

  

Follow enchantment’s call.

Cold is no foe, compels vital exercise;

brisk movement, the kind that meditative walks over

streetlamp shadows demand

 

Arise to winter dark’s deep blessing.

Attuned to robust starlight’s potent message.

A very long time ago, on a cold and windy winter night,

a friend told me: open up to the cold and feel it,

don't resist -- it is really warm.

On those nights when I remember to so feel, it is.