Sunday, September 13, 2009

The Fat Woman's Ball

Come October mountain flanks
sing with the high ambers of summer,
and blush deep as old love.

Brimming with color
empty leaves can fall.

To cross the forest floor,
we crunch out a raucous trail
throwing echoes to the heart of the world,

and on crisp mornings
when giant elk surrender
we survive another winter.

Around and around
life folds into death
and comes back again.

Like a cat eyed marble
rolled between fingers and thumb

the season invites us in
to a fat woman's ball -

our grand tarantella
of harvest and flight

tangled with rainbows
swallowed by heaven
soon, breakfast of dreams.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Wedding Pantoum for Robyn & Melissa

Remember this moment - yes, the one in this breath,
pregnant as a peach orchard with your hopes and fears.
Remember this taste on your tongue, so expectant;
savor the tang of robust family, every part proud.

Pregnant as a peach orchard with your hopes and fears,
we know we are the blessed ones.
Savor the tang of robust family, every part proud.
Remember this tremble in your heart.

We know we are the blessed ones,
this moment spins old notions into new thread.
Remember this tremble in your heart,
surrender to it like sweet butter on warm bread.

This moment spins old notions into new thread.
Give worry a roost to rest - its stillness, our peace,
surrender to it like sweet butter on warm bread.
Your refuge is here in our laughter and tears.

Give worry a roost to rest - its stillness, our peace.
Remember this taste on your tongues, so expectant;
your refuge is here in our laughter and tears,
Remember this moment - yes, the one in this breath.

--rm mist 2009