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…
Orison
Raven aura, rising smoke like embered sage That lifts our prayers And clears a space for wisdom’s deepest well. Our dreams, preserved like hearts In your canopic jars, await Their timeless repercussions, resurrection. You wax and wane and wax again,…
My Muse
My muse is a chimera, A shapeshifter. Sometimes she is a seaglass genie Pouting in a bottle, Or a dear friend’s hug (Perhaps even a lover). I have seen her ablaze as a sunset, Coral tinged as dawn. She has…
She’s Here
Silence came rushing in Like a blanket of peace Spreading through my mind and body And I welcomed Her. © 2021 Gail Barrie
‘COSMIC PLAY’…. a new day, new year, new world.
At 16, I made my first acrylic painting in high school art class. It was a vista from my imagination… a meadow with three trees and colorful sky. I poured myself into that painting over weeks, or months, I can’t…
Quiet Winter Moments
Breathe into the hush Of quiet winter moments Where tranquil thought forms Laze and lull weary synapses Into a space of resting pleasure. Sense the cordial hum And let yourself become part of An expanse of symphonic sensation Touched by…
Choice Point
Moving beyond the rugged road I claim a peaceful path Where ease takes hold Encouraging light to lead the way. © 2020 Gail Barrie
Advent
Advent was a time when autumn days Swerved away from half clad trees, Their heaps of burning tannin-incensed leaves Sent smoking toward a hush of colder air. We waited for the first snow. We waited for the leap to earth…
Fireside Chat Between The Grinch and God/dess
How can it be, That You, Love me? Outrageously, abidingly, eternally, For no reason. ‘Tis the season, To know, How this can be so. No strings, No bling, No heavy hands, Not a single demand. How can the likes of…
