|Author of 3 novels and working on the 4th; exploring publishing options for poetry, short stories and novels|
WinterIn darkness your figure moves against the fire,Winter by solaric
Alive in dancing flickers, shooting sparks
Like comets in the night: glowing they aspire
Amid the falling snow. The eye marks
The contrast; the flakes aslant in the furnace glow
And hiss on ardent steel. A fog is breathed
Into the night, ascending in a curling flow
Toward the high pines. We two are wreathed
In this atmosphere: cold fills our lungs
And melted snow gathers on hair and coats.
This is winter, when flame climbs the rungs
Of heaven’s stair and misty vapor floats
Like mystic symbols drawn for us to read
Alone in the night, where quiet peace is freed.
AutumnOld roan horseAutumn by solaric
come up from the river:
plant each foot
to blossom the cold
in shining, spangling frost.
in season, you have
slow clip, swing step,
you keep your suitable rhythm
your smattering coat;
and flame to red in the sun.
True, you're old,
but growing graceful.
inlay on your bones:
your skin is a royal mantle.
There you move
a horse in the field:
from dreams of glory,
you are the color of the end.
Dream in the LightA waking dream,Dream in the Light by solaric
her own since youth:
metamorphosis of the human
after the pattern of butterflies.
In fullness of time
she takes flight,
learns the joy of motion
through limitless space.
She can sense the vision
Back opens and like saplings
the strong muscles and bones
unfurl to wings,
soft feathers sprouting,
to pinions in demand of flight.
reawakes with her journey,
sweeping the long curves
of fallow earth and field
with the speed of horses
and the passionate heart of the wind.
Oh, now her wings are born
and carry her miles and miles
to the home of a man
who alone gives her flight.
Returning through farmland
in the gloaming,
colors lay in layers
around a scarlet disc of sun.
Her spirit breaks free
and plunges into the ocean of sky
like a diver.
a bird labors toward the peak
of the sunset vault.
She recognizes it
given motion and purpose
soaring and exalting:
a glad flier on t
OasisA small girl in a green dressOasis by vasnefy
is eating an ice cream cone
while her mother watches
the water splashing in the fountain.
The wind blows through the city
spraying the water sideways
ruffling the little green dress
with its white polka dots
while the birds ruffle their feathers
in quick careful gestures
and follow the ice cream cone crumbs.
I am watching the way the water
clings in tiny reflecting spheres
on the iridescent dark blue
of a blackbird's glossy feathers
and my parched soul feels
a moment's relief from thirst
my eyes drinking in the color
of this oasis where the winds murmur
and the sunlight falls slanting
through the peaceful leaves.
Tomorrow I'll find myself
just as unexpectedly in the concrete desert
where the unrelenting heat is mirrored back
by the dark streets and the wind scorches.
The blackbirds will be calling harshly
as they search for carrion road kill.
Only the memory of water will remain.
And the girl in the bright green dress
with the pink flower in her pale hair