I wrote this poem on April 13, 2010. It's one of my favourites and is from my Autumn Collection. I hope you enjoy it, too.
Crones
The fire has burned down,
Glimmers of ashes and embers ~
Glow red, in the last moments of
Night.
We still move.
Our bodies tired from the forever
Twists and turns,
The spins and whirls of our dance,
Our link to Earth and Sky
Mirrored in movement.
Braids fly free,
Hair, grey and silver,
Loosened in the dawning light,
Wildly tossed as if the wind
Blows through us.
We are the Windigo ~
We are the Dust Devils of the Air.
Lord Vayu in all His forms
Touching and pawing the
Earth.
Our energy builds and builds
In a crescendo of frenzy.
And then the Sun
Erupts.
The Dawn has come and
Lord Surya calls us to stop,
To breathe.
To fill our lungs
Once again.
We gasp, as our age reminds us
Of the wildness of the night,
We sink to our knees and
Then the Mother.
Remembering the journey,
Remembering our dance ~
We breathe.
Copyright April 13, 2010 V.L.Murray
Here's a poem from my Winter Collection. I wrote this about my beautiful horse Prepita who passed away March 16, 1996. Gone but not forgotten...
Perhaps In Heaven
I remember riding my horse
On cold winter days,
Listening to her blustery breath
Steaming from her nostrils
Like a locomotive
Puffing down the tracks.
My horse loved the winter.
She would toss her head and
Run and jump and
Skid and twirl like
A four legged skater,
Majestic in her dance.
Being on her back
At such times of
Magnificent choreography,
Could be both a
Challenge and wondrous joy,
As she abandoned herself
To fearless exuberance.
To experience her lightness of being,
Her ripple of joyful flight,
To feel it again would be
Wonderful.
To see her run, face buried in the snow,
And then reaching toward the heavens
With sparkling white muzzle and glistening whiskers...
Would gladden my heart beyond all remembrance.
Perhaps in heaven,
She plays in winter's white.
Perhaps in heaven, she runs yet again,
Dancing in eternal winds of snow.
Copyright V.L.Murray Dec.21,2008
