April Sunrise


april-sunrise

Echoes
Once I called to the past
and the past answered clearly, joyously
Memories dancing with laughter.

Once I called to the past
and the past answered clearly, sadly
weeping tears enough to wet the world.

Today I called to the past
and heard only an empty echo
returning to me
No musical refrain, no complaints of wounded heart.

Maybe the past has died
abandoning me to my very present self
Distractions are deceased
leaving me with this very present moment.

by caf

©Carole Fults

Yellow Moon in Lavender Sky

Yellow Moon in Lavender Sky

Yellow Moon in Lavender Sky

Must I Fly?

An aging owl regards the yellow moon
in a lavender sky
Fog laden snow filled fields
Stars shining in the frozen slickness
Trees crying ice drops dripping
from evergreen needles
Clouds and luminous rays denying
the clarity of darkness
Flurrious winds push the old owl along
as she struggles to find a quiet patch
where, sinking her talons into frozen bark,
she can rest on a still limb.
Sighing, she raises her eyes to midnight and asks
“How much longer must I fly?”
And midnight answers
“Until you’re done.
Until you’re home.”

by caf

©Carole Fults

Blue Sky Moon

Blue Sky MoonBlue Sky Moon

The moon said:
“My love I know you fully
you are not the only seeker

I return all your gazes
and take pleasure in the seeing.

So the knower is the known
and the loved becomes the lover.”

From “Moontalk” by CAF

©Carole Fults