May 1999
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Image of Venus
As the trees turn into one dark mass of silent dusk all sounds become more clear, distinct in their own resonance; the birds’ song ring flawless as if lack of light made it stronger; and the sky’s blue plunge into the horizon create a blazing fire; bats sweep through the fading distance where a crest of moon guard the approach of hibernation with the Evening Star as its only and...
May 18th
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Sunset Glow
Blood of the sun cast upon clouds;— lapidary blocks in grain and steel enclose the peach of fading horizon. An aperture of glowing blue expands like a mouth of weeping angels. Now even the glowing crimson fades and night swiftly approaches as the stone cut heaven splits open to leave place for twinkling stars.
May 17th
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Mother Ceridwen
I can hear the whisper of her feet amidst the sun-weave of the trees, over last autumn’s bed of leaves and in the cool river water. Silently she thread through Spring with the Flux of Birth in her hands, the gemstone of Infinity in her hair; around her neck hang flowers, and their fragrance is Summer. (Welcome again, Dear Mother.)
May 6th
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