ALARM CLOCK

I vow never
to be "alarmed" again,
rudely aroused
out of Innocence.
Nay,, but to bring back
that boon
from the underworld,
that talisman of the deep,
to the waking world.

MY LADY

My Lady,
white with winter purity,
fiery
as solar tongues.
Her heart and soul
in thoz sacred Black Hills.
My Lady
rides
the stone-cut image
hard and wild,
her feet diggin
into his sides,
toes clawin for grip,
She envelopes
the strange one,
draws him into
her warm, wet womb.
submersing his granite dust
with her nectar of passion
the rock dripping
with the sweet essence of life.
My Lady gives birth,
rebirth;
fleshing out the graven image
completing the cycle of the Wheel.
Out of solid rock ride
My Lady and Crazy
Wild and Free!

WINTERWILDFLOWER

in the dead of winter
a wildflower
grows.
Her roots reachin down
to earth's fiery core.
She radiates warmth,
love.
a single flower
transforms a bleak, frozen tundra
into a Spring-like bouquet of joy.
a single flower
blushes
and the world is reborn
errupting with vibrant, fragrant life.
A single flower,
a Goddess in disquise.
She draws to her
all thoz hapless passers-by
and nourishes them
with the nectar
of her secret communion...
her ties to the Eternal Flame.
...a single winterwildflower!

A LIFE BEYOND

A life beyond
the common place;
beyond what we are conditioned
to desire and accept.

a life beyond...
in the shadow
of a mountian peak,
a one room cabin
amidst the wild.
The glory of mornin sun,
the crisp scent of autumn.
Wildfire burnin,
my heart ablaze,
breathes new life,
Timeless Life,
tastes each new day.
...beyond the common place.