All Hallows’ Eve

The Lovers

We're in the corner silences, in
tawdry, fuming sunsets of late
Saturdays and winsome
summer moons.

Between smiles sketched
you saw our bridge strung
hand to hand

and the way we burn it
with glinting teeth in
halflight, and disconcern.

Rarely do I put up a scribble of my own, but today seemed to call for it. I've discovered the swine flu isn't all that fun. Hopefully, you all are out there in the crisp air catching the first leaves.

photography above by Sarah Meadows

cold

our first cold cold moment this fall
on the last of september.

A very merry michaelmass to all of you, one day late!
and for your soul: this

photography from Paper Cameras

one of those rainy, cool and clear days when you don't really want to do anything, but listen to the water fall, and curl up somewhere warm with a little poetry and a somber thought or two.

gaelic, nerves, auditions, tiredness & rain, (2 solos), work, dance & a wedding
&
listen to this

pics from Bloom, Grow, Love

On A Sunday

Watch!

I caught my first glimpse yesterday of the trees turning. My days are full of these breezy warm mornings, accompanied by this and a little this, for spice. Too much to do as always, when autumn hits. But hurrah of hurrahs, my latest feat of arms has been completed. Behold my first commission writing websites: voila! Unfortunately there's still hours of work to be done to fine-tune it.
The Revels are my new autumn life - Gaelic is difficult to memorize. Much more frustrating that you'd expect. But worth it - esp. when Irish dancing is thrown in, and a chance to work with Kevin Burke.

photography from Toast

Be Mercury, set feathers to thy heels

I rhyme to see myself, to set the darkness echoing
- Seamus Heaney

Hardy, some Ezra Pound, and Cormac McCarthy. Leather shoes, Sweaters, and new silk scarves. A little this, and too much Gaelic to memorize. September's half away already.

photography from Toast

And now here is my secret, a very simple secret;
it is only with the heart that one can see rightly,
what is essential is invisible to the eye.
- Antoine de Saint-Exupery

and, a little of this

Sometimes it's hard to find a way to keep on
Quiet weekends, holidays
You come undone
Open your window and look upon
All the kinds of alive you can be
Be still, be light, believe me
- The Weepies

Its so easy to get busy and without realising it, let the little moments drop. You stop noticing the artwork on the walls, or the lyrics of the songs, or the way the sun catches that roof just right. I've been too long astray in just that way. Song of the day: here.

and I'm afraid these photos were gleaned from an antique file on my computer. I have no idea whose they are

Nearby is the country they call life
You will know it by its seriousness

Give me your hand.


- R. M. Rilke