Table For One
Bless this precious solitude Oasis of privacy and peace The gateway to my center No reservation required, To feast upon such comfort-joy Awakens deeper hunger pangs Yearnings strong and tender rise Toward a union forged in grace, While moon and…
Peony Petals
Today I am touched By the softness of living, Silky movements Shimmering moments, Melting all the way into The gentle purr of love’s caress. © 2021 Gail Barrie
Bluebird of Happiness
In ’45 a hit song flew On radio’s magic wing. Indigo airwaves, azure quarks Did “Bluebird of Happiness” bring. With longing heart, an echo lofts Like pure cerulean light. From desire’s transient nest Joy takes a fledgling flight. Climbing, diving,…
Memory’s Embrace
My moth-eaten memory remains, Despite frays, a warm garment. I share some fabrications with my brothers That we hand-me-downed to our baby sister. The clothes make the man (or woman, or child). The designer was a family committee. When we…
Once More, Beauty
Make yourself at home Within the heart of beauty Where all are truly welcome And life smiles sweetly Upon every little thing Let yourself relax Into the heart of beauty Where peace calls your name And joy rises with delight…
Wind Horse Hug
Oh to ride the Santa Ana current Of a deep deep hug That electrifies my cells. Where is my flying wind horse Now masked by social distance? Oh to breathe into a deep deep hug. I wait for wings of…
Knightmare on Maple Street (with thanks to Jack)
NOTE: Once again, tax season is upon us. Before Jack invested in TurboTax, he insisted on calculating and filing our taxes by hand though he hated this heroic if somewhat quixotic quest to conquer the IRS windmills. It’s the only…
In The Pause
To embrace a sweet hiatus Or let its pull claim you Beyond life’s rushing river For no apparent reason Or specific season Is a gift of allowing. To melt into a quiet lull Released of the mind’s demand In favor…
Canyon Valentine
Hug the carven scarlet earth, The zigs and zags of water’s edge on Cragged canyon walls From damming up the flow Of rivers longing For the sea, the tidal ocean swell. We want it how we want it: A red…
Postcard from Above
It was a great, gray day On the Pacific rim. We pulled down a shade of sky And fastened it to field Knitting cloud and caldera Heaven and earth For some eternal minute Like a single vertical stitch On this…
