( possibly without access to computer tomorrow, so an old post of celebration)
Happy Samhein/ Calan Gaeaf
As Octobers, splendour surrenders,
coalesces and dissolves,
and the veil lifts again on the earth,
poets try to communicate,
the sliced magic of things once witnessed,
to breathe a little life out of thougths which grow within.
Near the rivers edge, time moves in slow motion,
bubbling invocations leave their notation,
as words slip and slide, on thresholds rotation,
planting seeds from beneath skin,
this night of divination, allows us to keep searching,
with seas of ink and love, to replenish the earth with feeling.
Minds flying full of cobbled webs and threads,
follow the hubble bubble of exchange,
scribbled echoes and dreamscapes cast free,
to tunnel our breaths with light and shade,
verses shaking loose undercurrents of imagination,
tides sweeping letters adrift on seas of navigation.
Our arrows shoot far into the sky,
pierce the night and its shadows,
from bright gatherings, nourishment,
gets released into air,
resonating with human care,
keeps this grinning manic world,
spinning with the afterglow of reason.
