Month: November 2024

My Dreams Awaken

Healing

Only If The Summer Could

Autumn here carries
pages of caution
written across the air
In a signature of its calming breath
bordering the larks
of my own soul in
Searing creases of Light like
the aging, fallen symmetry of trees
expressed in an instance of chaos,
Willfully adjacent in silence,
piqued in the ardent smells
of limber pine, I find this
One moment of light comes to me,
as if in lonely disarray –
you see, I’ve been given notice
To a time where I cannot
escape its beauty, the simple
fact that here -above all else-
I am strewn among the
forest’s dance of incline
this falling, dying sunlight,
Tuned to a Song of Favor
A precious gift of sight

© Thespian Drummer / adjacent in silence

Rain clouds reflect a
fawn light end-of-day
shimmering in grey blue
tiled in silver
as slow winds bring
with it the breath of
a sheltered shower falling
rivulets of precious water
streaks across my window
painting abstracts of motion
choreographed by gravity
and a miner’s wind of chance
orchid blue clouds move slowly
now just above me and out of reach
lest they become a delicate fog
among a serene light
embracing the high desert warmth
in rain stopping long enough
to reveal its silence of night
dusk folding now into the
smell of rainfall, into
the arms of summer

© K. James Ribble / orchid blue

daycap of Winter sits
crowned cloudless

unarranged

everything that I am now
appears in stillness of

foresight

as January embers heave
weight to February’s

insouciant

Aire of light, uncommon celestial
angles made ecliptic and

wary

in the slanted wisps of
our candor, singing to us

terrestrial

like the tail of a comet, its
coma shouldered alluvial like

silted

light flows downstream,
fertile – and stars birthed

form

an entablature, the frieze
and valance of their glow in your eyes

© K. James Ribble / incumbent light