Snapshot Poem 07 June 02006 -- Mariah

The world having survived
yesterday's coincidence
of numbers, I celebrate this

day after your twenty-eighth
birthday, watering the garden
you helped to make, feeding

the goldfish you worked
to house, inhaling the many
sweet scents of early summer,

these exuberant blooms so
like you in full flower, multi-
petaled, colorful, brilliant,

beautiful, mercurial, seductive,
almost frightening -- Goddess
Daughter who embodies all She

is, fanciful, dangerous, generative,
destructive, witchy and bitchy, oh
what a crone you will one day be.

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[Patia]

Hooray for crones,
and future crones.

[Poetry]

14 June 2007

Of Fly Catchers and hidden lakes.

Of sleeping lizards and morning dew.

It is of birdsong and misty dawns

and fleeced clouds floating in a still pool.

The waters ripple awake in the gathering morn.

The first water birds head out for the far shore.