Merry Summer Solstice!

Merry Summer Solstice!
El Sol

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Here's to the end of a year and the beginning of a new year! And to Venus, the brightest point of light ~

The Year's Awakening

How do you know that the pilgrim track
Along the belting zodiac
Swept by the sun in his seeming rounds
Is traced by now to the Fishes' bounds
And into the Ram, when weeks of cloud
Have wrapt the sky in a clammy shroud,
And never as yet a tinct of spring
Has shown in the Earth's apparelling;
  O vespering bird, how do you know,
     How do you know?

How do you know, deep underground,
Hid in your bed from sight and sound,
Without a turn in temperature,
With weather life can scarce endure,
That light has won a fraction's strength,
And day put on some moments' length,
Whereof in merest rote will come,
Weeks hence, mild airs that do not numb;
   O crocus root, how do you know,
      How do you know?

Thomas Hardy


Snow at Night

I prefer it even to love,
alone and without ghost
it falls a hard weather,
a withdrawing room
that revives me to stolen daylight
in which I feel no wish
to brush a gleaming finish
over the sheen-broken glass
I've arranged and rearranged
as apprentice of mosaics
who will not be taught but asks
to be left alone with the brittle year
so carnivorous of all I'd made.
But the snow I love covers
my beasts and seas,
my ferns and spines
worn through and through.
I will change your life, it says,
to which I say please.

Katie Ford


How to Love

After stepping into the world again,
there is that question of how to love,
how to bundle yourself against the frosted morning —
the crunch of icy grass underfoot, the scrape
of cold wipers along the windshield —
and convert time into distance.

What song to sing down an empty road
as you begin your morning commute?
And is there enough in you to see, really see,
the three wild turkeys crossing the street
with their featherless heads and stilt-like legs
in search of a morning meal? Nothing to do
but hunker down, wait for them to safely cross.

As they amble away, you wonder if they want
to be startled back into this world. Maybe you do, too,
waiting for all this to give way to love itself,
to look into the eyes of another and feel something —
the pleasure of a new lover in the unbroken night,
your wings folded around him, on the other side
of this ragged January, as if a long sleep had ended.

January Gill O'Neil

Thursday, December 10, 2015

Happy birthday Emily Dickinson and Micah Bernard!

A Route of Evanescence

A Route of Evanescence
With a revolving Wheel 
A Resonance of Emerald
A Rush of Cochineal 
And every Blossom on the Bush
Adjusts it's Tumbled Head 
The mail from Tunis probably,
An easy Morning's Ride 

Emily Dickinson



Oh the Spring
A good time

We can enjoy the summer...
Oh mighty rain
Says the desert man

Oh Spring finally you,
No more Winter

Micah Joseph Bernard
(Age 11)