Easter

I step out into

ruffling        cool sun-steeped

morning and

hear lark’s song he is

in the bare poplars hailing me

on this hallelujah day

I step onto

stained-glass-dappled

stage and begin the six-eight dance of

voices young and old hailing miracle

on this hallelujah day

I step into

tomb of terror with

Mary M and see with sun-slanted

eyes the glorious absence hailing world

on this hallelujah day 

Black Friday Transcendence

tiny plastic cups of juice

in silver trays

small squares of bread

in beige baskets

these are passed

down

rows

words muttered

broken                                 shed

as muted hymn

softly sung

gaze locks on wooden cross

standing silent solid solitary

weathered beams

breaking inner barrier

till I see unused cross

within

and begin singing were

you there sometimes

it causes me and then

we eat

pasty white bread

drink

sweet juice

plastic cups tap tapping into

little holder

holes in the pews

engagement pic - Philip & Felicitas

I hear the

clink

of champaign glasses kissing

it jumps out of the screen

joying ear

circling wide world with a smile

both faces alight with love

leaving behind the I

and becoming we

with yellow

pink

red

purple

roses tinting future in

soft brightness

and we all raise our glasses

of totems and Lauren Harris

pointing sky

these carved callings from the past

art of being true and faithful

                    to trees and the raven

                    and the eyes that keep seeing

peeks so bare

elemental white against blue heaven

pull at soul with a vertical uplift

so we fly into sun with Icarus

our winter wax melting

walk outside

where sea meets sand

and sky meets mountain

and touch these weathered poles

now warming in evening sun

silent witness to what we create

and tear down

and build again in this

eternal shore

Rhododendron Way

what's the plural of rhododendron?

                    rhododendri?

don't overthink         it's probably rhododendrons

raindrops magnify bell-like blossoms

a proliferation of spring on

this path of cloudy joy and

                    damp delight dazed colour

                                         red pink blushing white yellow blue

a symphony of abundant beauty

plurality of peace

Blake's guitar

and this is how he plays

string harmonics vibrate in

chordal                 structures

as fingers deliberate

over frets and sound hole

sweater striped and patterned

in warm rhythms

ripple through safe sanctuary

melody meditates and mind anticipates

next notes

exquisite timing all mastered by

young intent face topped with curls

a perfect poem for lent in this

cold

snowy spring

and this is how he prays