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Frosty Night

You arrive on the breath of winter As silent as the snow Not yet fallen Enter, my friend I’ve been waiting for you But did not know you were coming Come, warm yourself at the hearth Put out your hands To the fire that hasn’t been lit I shall set match to candle instead Watch the shadows play To a miniature fire burning brightly The music of your heart Murmurs seductively Foretelling the sacred hour When you return to the night And the bite of the hoarfrost Where winter will triumph...
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Æquinoctium Autumnale

The earth calls out “Femina de Autumnitas, ecce tuus hora,” and I rejoice in the golden sunlight flickering gently to dusk. I dance naked beneath the amber glow of the Harvest Moon to honor the waning of days that announce the return of darkness . . .

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Sun Dial

And the time sundials tell, may be minutes and hours. But it may just as well be seconds and sparkles, or season and flowers. No, I don’t think of time as just minutes and hours . . .

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Portal

If to use the senses is to remove one’s self from the realm of logic, then let us enter a realm where our senses do not convey an emotion . . .

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Trees

From a seed buried deep comes a sacred being. Feet burrowed in the earth and fingers grasping the sky. Everything between is sustained . . .

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Desert Air

“Oh! that the desert were my dwelling-place, with only one fair Spirit for my minister, that I might all forget the human race, and, hating no one, love but only her!” – Lord Byron

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F minor

My fingers drawn to a pattern of flats, four to be exact, a melancholy progression with a few dramatic suggestions thrown in for good measure . . .

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Wave at Saturn

“We must believe then, that as from hence we see Saturn and Jupiter; if we were in either of the Two, we should discover a great many Worlds which we perceive not; and that the Universe extends so in infinitum.” – Cyrano de Bergerac

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"Celebrating the Creative Spirit of Poetry, Art, Music, Film, Science and Other Realms"

Voici Le Muse

Poems celebrating the creative spirit of Art, Music, Film, Science and Other Realms.

You will notice I refer to my Muse in the masculine; while it is customary to think of The Muses as feminine entities, I believe one must receive one’s Muse in whatever manner it presents itself. I have also given my musical instruments masculine names. (excerpt from Voici Le Muse)

One More Song

Walking alone by the Cumberland River
missing our times together
I hear our music over the water
fading fast without you

These blue Kentucky skies
witnessed our goodbye
and my piano has been silent
since you’ve been gone
(excerpt from One More Song)

Musai (Musae)

The Musai were goddesses of music, song and dance, and presided over poetry, arts and sciences. They were born of Zeus and Mnemosyne in Pieria, at the foot of Mount Olympus, and numbered nine, according to the Greek poets Homer and Hesiod, although other writers had differing opinions.
(excerpt from Musai)