the pages of my days

how gently

the world unfolds me

around the edges

of my life

 

i hear the

sublime beauty purring

in the simplest

of things

 

the leaves of your eyes

your stubby fingernails

 your green scent

 

i have dog-eared

all the pages

of our shared days

 

to keep you near

 

Toward Goodness: A Poem for Solstice

How can I feel fear,

how can sadness dim the day

when I step into the beauty of this

gleaming new dawn?

The fulcrum of the Earth tilts

toward goodness and I will

ride along, I will open, worshipping as if

this is our last day.

 

J. Pratt-Walter, © 2023

Your Beauty

I adore how you wear beauty

in crinkles around your eyes

so that the beauty you see becomes

part of your face.

 

That’s how I want to love –

with my heart as receptive

as your eyes.

 

J. Pratt-Walter 

© 2022

Thrush in My Hand

Small brown thrush

with injured wings—

the cat brought her in,

such delicate things

 

and as she dies,

oh, how she sings.

 

J. Pratt-Walter, (c) 2021

Some Days

Some days all I can do

is open my mouth

and drink

the wild fitful

beauty

of all the world

seething through

the tides of my every

breath.     

J. Pratt-Walter

4/19/2019

Forest Faerie Lesson

She thought it was

the stony hand of gravity pressing her

all the day long into the grit

of twilight, and her breath

was heavily afraid.

Then the forest faeries whispered

into her mind,

her mind shaped its music,

her music lit her heart,

her heart, for a moment, held all the sky,

every animal person, every plant.

She saw gravity’s authority only works

when you believe in it,

as does flight,

so she gained sky, the ugly-duckling-days made fresh,

her own brilliance filling her hourglass

with green magic that was

always there.

J. Pratt-Walter, © 2018