Empty Moments

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.-© Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Hush, There Are Crows About

crick of crickets  harrumph beneath peonies

blossoms swooning from heat

petals parachuting in wildest winds

i take my love there

Litha tosses colors to four corners

prisms fractured by moonlight

crystallized dew weeps

rock hard diamonds delivered

so speak wren chicks hidden in lace

between shadows and moonstreams

under heavy humid sky

hush     i whisper

there are crows about

Juno delivered mighty blows

riding in on her dark horse

slither of snake in its greens and golds

dark stripe of hiss and curl

sage is stirred in air

by lift and loft of ether

to heighten hierarchy of moontime beings

a bumblebee moth makes spirals

in hopes of one last sip of nightime nectar

i rise and come here

hem of white gown stroked

by reflected Luna's luminescent lines

smocked with shades of another full moon

after moon after moon after moon

no bitter sip from sorrow's chalice

a seamed serenity around such wounds

as once felt ominous and growling urge

made silent by years of yearning still

i take my love here and there

where sings night serenades in choirs

when crows have nestled too high

to hear our veritable vulnerability

hush     there are crows about

©Carol Desjarlais 6//2019

 

We have gone through the poem, "The Invitation", section by section.  Has it caused thought and empowerment?

©Carol Desjarlais 6.30.19