Tag: photography

Comes the Dark

by carole, posted in photographs, Poem, Uncategorized

Darkness, you bring rich deepness

and tantalizing mystery

both blessing and fear

stealing blankets of warmth

from our comfortable resting place.

You show us stars, planets, galaxies not visible

when you withdraw.

You clothe our world in a blanket of cold,

a womb sheltering the seeds of dramatic sunrise.

You are our Mother as much as Earth

When light appears over the curvature

bathing our faces with tender regard

you take only partial leave

lingering in shadows and making a home

under our hats,

hiding in our marrow

like a kernel of corn in a field

awaiting the sun

to stir its birth.

You bring us dreams –

relief from ordinary life

an existence outside of sometimes banal days.

I would not give you up

nor ask you to stop returning,

for you help me see the substance

gleaming daylight often hides

behind her skirts

Truth hidden by the bright light of the sun

©photo and poem by caf

Passing the Light

by carole, posted in photographs, Poem, Uncategorized

Lazy moon in her bed of night sky

makes no light of her own

but only reflects the sun

and trusts the earth to keep her orbit steady.

She lights our darkest world

and her burnished body covers the pines in lacy glow and shadow.

Yes, this spoiled child creates miracles of beauty while doing nothing

but sharing the light she has been given.

©photo and poem by caf

What the Tree Said

by carole, posted in photographs, Poem, Uncategorized

What the Tree Said

The tree extends to her

across the road and river

a branch, its wing with flowers white and delicate.

She looks into the centers of calm harmlessness

as they attend to her gaze with

offerings of healing fragrance.

Their spirit offers her inclusion in their peace

and they whisper

when nothing within is defended

 or denied, you, too,

will awaken to your own beauty.

©photo and poem by caf

The Mystery

by carole, posted in photographs, Poem

Waning moon

Stars, small suns to other worlds

the smell of morning.

No matter the evil,

the ugly,

or the political,

the Mystery is still here.

©photo and poem by caf

A Guitar and Max

by carole, posted in photographs, Poem, Uncategorized

A Guitar and Max

You are the soul of so many tunes

and my soul as well

old friend – what do you think of your life with me?

stuck in a closet

needing new strings and a tuning.

You are a grand lady

who has served me well

and I will not give you up

although our times being with each other have grown scarce and thin.

Old Max brought us together

muttering over his work bench

tuning, humming

looking for tiny screws with a magnifying glass

eyeglasses heavy on his nose

covering innocent eyes that saw

an awkward young girl in need of hope

and someone’s notice.

He spoke to her in musical words

like strings and sound boards, tuners, and horn bells

and the best language of all, born of unaffected innocence of observation…

the language of the heart.

©photo and poem by caf

A Pond With No Name

by carole, posted in photographs, Poem, Uncategorized

A deep tureen

concealed by forest foliage

and therefore mysterious.

crafted by beavers,

quiet but for birds and insects

singing her secret name

while raindrops drum her surface.

Dead wood and weeds clog her banks

where dragonflies are born

and grow in her slimy gumbo.

To those who live there

she is the ocean,

the bottomless crater that holds the world.

But as this wondrous old bowl

reflects the clouds and stars

she dreams she is the sky.

©Photo and poem by caf

Blessing for a Candle

by carole, posted in Uncategorized

Blessing for a Candle

The candle burns

a hollow in her heart

where Light settles, plants itself and grows

to brighten and warm her soul

body, mind

in the cold of these dark times.

The wick burrows deeply

into the fuel of its flame

the waxy substance, the ground

on which it burns

sinking deeper into the core of its life

She learns the thing

that feeds her,

the stuff she eats to live

and scatters to the air.

The flame her Being,

the flicker her Breath

the light her Vision

the darkness?…some would say death

some would say mystery,

the match, the secret sparking of her life

in the cold of these dark times.

©photo and poem by caf

Clouds

by carole, posted in Poem

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Clouds

The weatherman forecast rain
but there is only this pink and yellow morning
and clouds glowing white on the bottoms.

A jaguar’s face becomes a wolf
with glowing eyes in the billows
as a rainy-day prediction turns golden.

Maybe later it will rain,
but right now she says
I think butterflies must have been born
on a day like this.

©photo and poem by caf

A Morning Blessing

by carole, posted in Poem

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In morning sunlight
in early winter
when hills are browning,
with mindful breath she breathes the wind
with sacred song she woos the waters
and begs the trees and the Spirit within

bless the beasts, she whispers
the possums, porcupines, woodchucks,
the birds and bugs and worms,
bears and bobcats
gorillas and fish,
and also, humans.

Bless the plants
who in winter store holy life
in their roots
and bring it forth as
new growth in the spring.

May all beings live their lives
free from turmoil
may the Earth be always blessed
Amen.

©photo and poem by caf

In The Forest

by carole, posted in Poem, Uncategorized

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In The Forest

In the forest
she learned a language
a new vocabulary
not of words but of winds
of light, shadow texture,
a coverlet of silence
understood by newts and lichens

The moon knows this talk
and the clouds and sky
Where her spirit’s poetry
swells in worship of fern and toad,
a tumbling of wind words,
a rush of bird speak,
the language of sight and smell and touch.

A windy ocean in the trees
Spirits descending like fog,
The forest holds her grief and joy
And shadows by the front door
have no more power.

©photo and poem by caf