Lilly

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Dripping Days

Gentle dripping days,
a soft soak on a sucking parched sand,
makes me smile,
umbrella in hand,
camera in hand–a balancing act fed by passion and sighs.

Bits and pieces,
simple strokes here and there
with power to slice to the heart, to dismember and wound,
power to elevate to the skies, to swell dashed hope,
locks to bind,
deceits to blind,
keys to free and give life,
simple strokes that change the world.

Monday, January 28, 2013

Desert Rain

. . . and I was, of course, out walking in it! Happiness!

My Winter Companions

Where do you go in the bristly night
so as not to freeze–to save your life?
What strong will keeps you coming back
to a feeder’s ice and water stack?
Stretching wing, defending still
my yard, my deck, my windowsill,
its nectar rich but biting cold,
you feed my joy with darting bold–
my winter companions.

We have lift off!

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Faith in the Wood

Posted on January 23, 2013by apronheadlilly

The wild risk calls me in, but
fear weights my ankles.
It’s that fear that has hobbled my whole life.
The fear of the unknown,
the fear of betrayal,
the fear that call will not be greater than calamity.
If I could just see to the other side and know,
and not be blocked by wood upon wood upon wood.
But I’m heading in and up,
fear in my pocket, resolve in my heart
because the wild faith risk calls me on.