A ribbon in your hair

I tied a ribbon

in your hair,

you asked me

to pull it tight.

A lock of curls

did not dare,

outshine it

in golden light.

The simple thread

will not fall,

because its

 fastened with might.

Oh simple bandeau

hang on well,

for you hold

my heart's delight.

-Scott

The forest in January

The trees lay bare

under the white blanket.

Naked and lonesome

in the chilly frost.

Unexpected

they were when I arrived here.

No other footsteps

sought their company.

-Scott

Love's Lights

Two hearts facing, light, to light,

waves lapping gently at the sand,

flames flickering in the night,

paper lanterns in their hands.

Slightest breeze of ocean air,

stars twinkling high above,

witnesses this joyous pair

as they declare their tender love.

Flames expanding, lanterns fly,

two hearts swelling full of joy,

candles dancing in the sky

match this dance of girl and boy.

All along the beach this hour

candles dancing in the sky

to the stars they share their power,

for such love the heavens sigh.

-Rusty

 

Merging

And when all activity deserts me
And when I’m left with this stillness
All That Is descends and overcomes me
It is a love that tears the heart open
That rips it like fabric, even as a veil is torn.
The too-muchness, the torrent of a truth
That overflows its categories
That bashes the riverbanks of duality
Into subatomic particles.
In this moment, I know
All I can do is allow its extraordinary flow
I cannot attempt to grasp or understand.

My mind lays on the river’s edge, cast aside,
As useless as a ventriloquist’s dummy.

And I watch my blood turn to sparks of Light
I am Her, and then me again.
She is beautiful, the one who gives shelter
Who has seen death and is still shining
Resplendent, she comes to be here
Arms open, she comes to hold the children
To rock us and love us and sing us her soft truth
Even seeing what she’s seen
Even knowing what she knows
She chooses to walk the Earth
To return, to differentiate from Source

For love, for love, for love.

-Sara D.

Flowers in October

October flowers

who would have guessed?

A scent so sweet

I have been blessed.

A true mystery

it is to solve.

How pleasantly

my sins absolve.

I'll never forget

your love so sweet!

You've healed my heart

with vases deep.

-Scott

The beach

Soft, white, warm.
Mother nature's power, a sailor's bane, a turquoise mirror.
My future in my grasp, my beloved past bearing witness,
The new forever is found, kept, and promised.

-Aaron

Silver-haired trees

Much like the silver

within our brown hair,

 autumn's yellow leaves

glorify the trees.

-Scott

Naomi

Fecundity; her laughter spills

Like the softest, reddest roses

On the path to my magic garden.

The fullness of her vibration

Caresses and resounds; Velvet.

Devotion; I gladly lose myself

In the petals of her peals.

She laughs again; she is Love.

-Sara D.

Sunburst waterfall

Gold and red intertwined, cascading down.
From the source of ALL mystery and passion.
Feeding the sunburst waterfall from thoughts of love unending,
To rest my cheek there my only desire,
Till my cheek is a cracked dry riverbed,
Though my heart is as nourished as the day I drank her in.

-Aaron

The flying heart

A word.
A look.
A scent.
A smile.
A touch.
Heart-Flight!

-Aaron

The poem of you

Your hair is the softest noun.

Your eyes the bluest adjective.

Your curves an exclamation point!

You are the direct object of my heart.

Your kiss is the adverb that modifies my love.

When you walk into the room everyone else becomes a pronoun.

-Scott

Top of the World

I stood atop a mountain

and surveyed the world around

I hope I can describe

the beauty that I found.

The splendor of the vista

in all directions grew

until it seemed creation

itself was in my view.

The grandeur of it all

took my breath away

and caused me to desire

that I forever stay.

The glory of this view

from oh-so high above,

became the world to me

on the mountain known as love.

-Rusty

The blight

Black, acrid, destructive.
Destroying the untended.
Fruits and flowers lost.
Maintenance, vigilance, is key.
Your soul, your being, is alive.

-Aaron

The end of the day

Don't be sad

just because today is over.

Tomorrow

will be much better than today.

For right now

enjoy the colors of the sky.

This sunset

will never be the same again.

-Scott

The mural speaks

My stroll down the street

suddenly came to an end--

When the mural spoke.

I'm lucky I guess

murals don't speak everyday...

At least not to me.

 So you're wondering

what could a mural have said?

That's just between us.

-Scott

Tree artists

The best artists I know

do not have hands or feet

but rather roots and leaves.

Their canvas is the sky

water-colored raindrops

the sunlight is their lamp.

A mosaic of green

a splash of emerald hues

envy of a clear sky.

No museum needed

no fancy gallery

just look up and you'll see.

-Scott

A bug's view

We smash toadstools

and run them over with the mower.

From our lofty view

they're none more than a common nuisance.

Ladybugs see them

from the top of a blade of grass.

To them they're like trees

towering above in lofty skies.

-Scott

Moon flower

As the day winds down

and evening approaches

sunset wears a frown

as the night encroaches.

Far too delicate

to be seen in the day

much too elegant

perfect in every way.

Moon flower withdraws

 her silky white gown

its not a faux pas

she shows off her crown.

Homage to the moon

her lover and friend

all the stars swoon

too soon it must end.

Brash sun peeks his head

like an ornery chum

folded not dead

'till the daylight succumb.

-Scott

The rocky shore

Rocks on the shore

hurt my bare feet.

Pebbles between my toes

so irritating.

The waves don't break

the placid calm.

Blissful surrender

to the rocky shore.

-Scott

Reflections

I see clouds

when I look down.

I touch the sky

with my big toe.

I rip heaven

with a splash.

I tumble up

by jumping down.

Then I look up

and see clouds.

-Scott