Behind my house a wood spans,
just over the fence a few feet away,
beyond the poet’s wife’s garden
of climbing roses and pots of joy,
past the fold-up chair that waits
beside a gate to the Great Mother.
Dear Poets and Dreamers,
Just a short note to say that I will be disappearing down a Jungian rabbit hole for the rest of the year in order to explore my Animus Diet diaries and Divine Hermaphrodite essays in greater depth, before hopefully emerging with Persephone next spring (2022), with a new book or lengthy article at the very least.
Full Harvest Moon blessings to all! Birthed under Oaktober’s magickal full moon, here’s the postscript to my second poetry collection, The Shepherd’s Daughter, my very own “Red Book”.
Writing my second book has been an unexpected joy!
for Elaine and Vic
Sitting on a fallen tree,
two hearts of gold smile at me
and all the world becomes a song,
as love and bird sing all day long.
Hush listen to their hearts a-flutter,
as memory moves to early summer
where May recalls her happy hour,
a dance amid pale yellow flowers!
And as I spy behind the oak
a pen falls from my poet’s cloak,
for never have I seen such love
that sits beside the tall foxglove!