Running with Pegasus


 

Mounting Pegasus under morning night,

we take to wings of running flight.

Among stars and constellations,

entered in morning night.

A falling star drops just ahead,

a silent wish is quickly said.

Into the mystic morning show,

Pegasus and I have nothing to dread.

Heralded by seagulls awaking,

the birds in faint light start taking.

To song and flutter as we pass,

all a part of the morning making.

This runner’s flight crossed into light

from a mystic morning flight.

Pegasus and I ride into red glow

dripping sun just in sight.

copyright: CMM  2010

Women Before


If I could pick up the pieces

and build a bridge from me to you, 

we’d brush our hair with scents of yesterday’s living,

color our lips with stains of mauve secrets.

There would be miles of many years,

across miles of tears and sacred truths. 

We’d hang the railings with aprons tied together,

and our bras that covered our bosoms of nurturing souls.

Bridging over rivers from birthing beds wet with sweat and fluids from the womb, 

we would cry the storms with tears of sorrow, spring rains with tears of joy.

If I could pick the pieces of all our pain and build the hopes with the strength remain,

we would hear the chorus of all before us and harmony welcome  those to come.

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copyrighted:  2012

Christmas Tea


Brown aroma filters through

the porcelain pot wrapped in

a  holiday Christmas print

unknownTea covey placed around,

Tied at the top with a green ribbon.

Pouring into the cup the sound

of generations past of many pourings,

expressed  within generations,

a knowing of shared time.

The warmth of the spiced tea

brought smiles caused by conversations,

of simpler  relationships in an eloquent

fluent exchange of Christmas gentility.

Christmas 2013 copyrighted: CMM

Faith


A wake of hope carries the moon’s descent,
to ride off from the cold sun of winter’s promise.

Is it cold that slows the squirrel’s journey up
or their strife of yesterday’s feast of stowed summers.

The nip of hope, and the sting from the unknown,
stand as cold air in a windless day of frozen temperatures.

Yet, the move of the hours will re-ignite the heavenly stars
biding rest to the weary feeling full of the day’s survival.

Copyrighted: CMM 2009

Silver Sea


Silver lights surround fallen beams cast from summer’s full moon.
Sea is quiet and spreads like a lover in waiting for the ones-to-notice, to linger.
Linger we do, in the dust showered in the reflections of the midnight visit.
Women of generations, sit upon sands that are older than time itself,
Gathering thoughts of times to come, and times that passed as wisdom lingers.
Lingering in moments of contemplation, waiting to be heard.

©  CMM  2012

Full Moon