wishing well

jaded, i wash
my feet in the
wishing well
spellbound by
ripples criss-
crossing each
others' wake

balance

dew on foxglove
dancing with
colors from the
turquoise night sky
marten listening
to moths' flutter

nomad nights
eyes shut tight to
travel in shapes
of colors unbound
breakwater hush
slate grey sharp
on bare feet

pussywillow grey
soft across cheek leads to
a giggle explosion--
startled heron takes wing

frost on window
hungry whiskey kiss

of late,
when writing,
wondering:
has enough been
trimmed away?

May apply to reading, too.

all magic is born of
rhythm & song
stomp your feet &
if you want to
sing out sing out

i strip myself of
vain vestments, binding boxes
walk beyond the waves

pricking thumb & grimalkin
stone blood & mare
nine waves & stormhost
ghostriders, dark faire

aging hands grown cold
brewed oolong, ceramic mug
crows playing in snow