In the Night

In the cool, dark night

Magick stirs in the air.

Witches, ghosts, and fairies

Come out from their lair.

 

Tread carefully eager traveler

As you walk in the shadows

For you may fall victim

To the otherworld’s power.

 

Make sure to leave a gift

For those who have crossed the veil

And listen closely to their words

For they have a story to tell.

 

In the cool, dark night

Magick stirs in the air.

 

A Very Special Poem of the Month

This poem is extra special because it is the 100th post!

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Wow, I can’t believe that I’ve been doing this for that long.  It’s been almost two years since I started this blog and a year since I’ve published my first book.  So much has happened since then.  But I won’t take up too much of your poem time with my ramblings.

 

Greetings to the Spring

A slash of green

On a barren landscape

The smell of earth

In the air

Fills me with life

 

Little shoots break forth

From the black soil

Pinks and purples

Explode all around

Fills my heart with joy

 

Furred and feathered

Neighbors return

Calling in greeting to one another

Running and flying wild

Makes me laugh

 

Oh Spring

How I have missed you

How I have missed the life you bring

Welcome back my friend

I run towards your embrace

Turning away from winter’s cold grasp

 

In the Moonlight

Lying in your arms
the moonlight shining through
i smile at your sleeping face

my heart swells with love
and it feels like it will burst
nothing is wrong
i am happy

memories fill my head
when we met
when we first said i love you
our first kiss
our first night together

you never need to fear
that I should ever leave you
we are meant for each other
and nothing will ever change that

So here I am
watching you as you sleep
I kiss your forehead
and curl up to you and dream

 

 

Magic in the Air

So sorry.  I know it’s been a while since I did a poem of the month.  I wrote them, I swear.  I just never got around to posting them.

 

The days grow short

And the nights grow long

But you can feel magic in the air

 

Smoke rises from chimneys

And the skies become gray

but you can feel the magic in the air

 

The wind is cold

And the trees are bare

But there is magic in the air

 

In the darkest of nights,

Lights will appear

 

In the trees

On our homes

In our hearts

 

We shall gather around heavy laden tables

drink our fill, body and soul

and fill the night with laughter and light

 

The nights are long and cold

But there is magic in the air

And it fills us with hope and light.

 

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The Cleansing

Here I stand on a distant shore

Weary, worn, and broken

From bridges burned and words unspoken.

 

The path I walked was a lonely one

Filled only with silence

And a singular reliance.

 

Here I stand with nowhere to go

Staring out to the sea

Dreaming of a new way to be.

 

Filled with hope for the very first time

I walk carefully into the surf

Seeking the road to my rebirth.

 

The water washes away

All my suffering and all my pain

Which have long been my life’s bane.

 

Under I go

But only for a moment

To rise clean and free from torment.

 

Light in heart and free in soul

I walk once more towards the shore

Not the person I was before.

Beauty of the Night

I weep at the beauty of the night

With its welcoming darkness

Brightened softly by the moon.

 

I weep over the beauty of the night

With its cool winds

That caress my skin.

 

I weep over the beauty of the night

With the lingering scents of flowers

And sun baked earth.

 

I weep over the beauty of the night

Whose energy fills me

And urges me to new wonders.

 

I weep over the beauty of the night

Whose subtle nature often goes ignored

By those who are born with the sun in their veins.

 

The night is in mine and I rejoice.

 

Happy Father’s Day

A big thank you to all the daddies out there today.  Thank you to the father who cannot be with his family because he’s fighting over seas.  Thank you to the man who chose to be a father to a child that is not his own.  Thank you to the fathers who are doing it all on their own.  And a thank you to the fathers who are gone but not forgotten.  To those men, this poem is for you.

 

For as long as I could remember
you were there
from moving to new schools
you were there
Scraped knees and broken dreams
you were there
From elementary to middle
you were there
From high school to college
you were there
Prom and graduation
boyfriends and broken hearts
you were there

You were there for
every major events in my life
but no more
you will not be here
when I get my degree
or when I begin my career
You won’t be here for
when I find the love of my life
or when I start my family.

Though you won’t be here
for when I’m grown
you were there in my childhood
All the lessons you taught me
and all the times we fought
have helped me to become
who I am today
and though you aren’t here anymore
you shall live in my heart
and all that you taught me
I shall teach to my children
you shall live on in me and in them.