Susan Gabriel

Gold to amber
Sapphire to agate

Light to shadow
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Gifts are bestowed daily - even hourly,
offering pristine light and pure vision.
Brief intense days and long magical nights -
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Last night I dreamt it was May
the window was open; breeze billowed the lace curtain.

Then I woke bundled in wool in March's clutch
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Young juices have evaporated and
deep love has begun to flourish.

My heart expands when dawn burns through mist
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Aquamarine sky afternoon
I sip tea and wait for Her to rise.
She, the one my ancestors called
Old Moon
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If we could see them -
tightly furled buds

struggling against cold soil
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There, dappled light is a chameleon
weaving glint and shadow
into an undulating tapestry.
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Early morning the woodland garden is
a skeleton shrouded in pewter hoarfrost
waiting for dawnlight to make it glimmer
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Over winter their broad bellies sank into
mud leaf beds resting on the pond's floor.
early thaws wake them prematurely and
they roam under ice, then sleep again
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