Sunshine on a winter's afternoon

Sunshine on a winter's afternoon 

Is always special.

There is a quality to

in its chilliness

Which confuses the senses

And its briefness

Followed by a dark

And frosty evening

Or perhaps mist.

So different and short lived.

Time for tea

Fleet footed to ecstatic wings

The wolf solitary,
Alpha and Omega, 

Strength in the shoulder,
Fur that absorbs,
Journeying
Across vast plains
To meet mountains,
Green with trees,
Then scrub,
To rocky summit.
Breathless
Above the clouds,
Glistening in light,
An endless exchange,
Of colours,
Noon through to dusk,
And on to scented night.
Losing the comfort
Of warm fur
For wings,
Beyond colour,
Beyond description.

Sunlight confounds my cat

Sunlight confounds my cat.

Warm in one spot she loves
She lounges and then sleeps.
The sunbeam,
As sunbeams always must,
Moves on.
The lovely source of warmth
Has gone,
The world has turned
And Socky wakes
To stretch a leg
And lick her belly.
Then, with resignation, she adjusts,
Finds the new pool of yellow light,
And sleeps again.

Solstice Chatter

"What time's the Solstice?"

"It's tomorrow;" said triumphantly.

"No, I mean the exact time."

Now, I get that look.
"Why?"

And, of course, I can't say why it matters.

But it does.

Perhaps the wheel turns faster?

No, there'd be trouble if it did.

There might be a shimmer in the air,

or, maybe, a fluttering of leaves?

Anyway, the earth does know somehow.

I'm sure of it and I'm determined.

"What time is the Solstice exactly?"

Puzzle piece

that place

between spaces

where we meet

is all there ever was

you, me and time

really?

no, 

not all

time and motion

motion and time

flow

no more or less
just flow

DRIVE TIME

Drive Time

An Afternoon,

Somewhere between autumn and winter,

And we are driving,

I don't know where.

I can't remember why.

Sometimes, we just started driving.

Was there a destination?

That piece of road,

Seen through the filtered sunlight,

Stays with me,

And I don't know why

Walking on the wind

Come walking on the wind with me
My brother of the western wind.
Touch my hand lightly
As we will touch the world.

Come walking on the wind with me
My brother of an ancient line.
Come leave these troubled, shadow lands
And follow me towards the light.

Come walking on the wind with me
My brother of the mountain tops.
Let's kiss the clouds;
It's time to be one spirit whole.

Come walking on the wind me
My lovely one, my man of peace.
Be one with me, unite
Together, let us change the world. 

Three Buffaloes

When I see three buffaloes.
When the mystic buffalo
Tramples my earth.
And the breath from his nostrils
Warms me in the frosty morning,
Then will it be.
We shall become spirit of spirit
And all nature one.
When I see three buffaloes.

Mellowed with time and dust

I have a sunset dream

That's of another place.

Mellowed with time and dust,

Yellow and red,

It is of another place.

And you,

Face furrowed,
Wind hardened,

Telling tales.

And me

Deep with questions,

Dreaming of mountain tops.

While the dance is slowly pounding

And the drum beats

Like a heart.