Men and The Goddess

In case you hadn’t noticed, dear reader, I love the Fall. For many reasons it is my favorite season. One thing I particularly enjoy is watching the changing qualities of the light. Every day seems different, but the underlying quality is gold. My last couple of poems posted here are recent ones as I relish these shortening days filled with wonderful light, color, sounds, smells, all those sumptuous “flavors” of late harvest (so full and sweet) and the coming cold!

Cosmic Aura

Bright day follows cool morning rain.
That tale lingers in the glisten on the deck,
The scattering gray at the eastward edge.

Now is a fine day dawning.
There is gold lighting the canopy.
The trees reflect the Cosmic Aura.

That radiant light begins within,
Extends outward to fill
The entire known Universe –

And beyond (we don’t know much!).
It is a deep light, endless,
Dancing ecstatically at the edge,

Holding boundless love
In the gossamer fingers of God,
Arms of Goddess holding Cosmos to her breast.

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