GLORIOUS MELANCHOLY

              GLORIOUS MELANCHOLY    2014   Meg Devlin Irish

A glorious melancholy has settled in
with its air of familiarity.
The bliss of summer has gone
with its carefree felicity.
The harvest beckons to tantalize,
its brilliance tears my eyes.
Yet, I fall not woeful, dejected, abashed
through orchards of tempting ripeness,
clinging, trampled, mashed.
For I am ripened by a greater Spirit
that in essence knows,
this too must pass!

LONG JOURNEY HOME

LONG JOURNEY HOME  2014 Meg Devlin Irish

Awash in a sea of stories
through waves of shifting tides,
peeling away the veneer,
following the deep conviction of purpose,
casting out all doubt
that stows it's way in
on this Long Journey Home!

THE MASTER

   
                       THE MASTER  2014  Meg Devlin Irish

You weave through me
    I am your tapestry
You are my breath
    I am your freedom
You are the dreamer
    I am your sway
You smooth out my edges
    I am your rhythmic splendor
You are the Master
    I am complete!

AU NATUREL

Au Naturel  2014  Meg Devlin Irish

She's readying for Spring,
tilted on her axis,
giddying with tease,
as her white dress slowly slips away...
Oops!

WORLD VIEW?

WORLD VIEW?   2014  Meg Devlin Irish

What becomes of us
when we have no answers
and refuse the wisdom
wherein truth breathes life...
and choose instead to wander
in such devastating darkness?

SWEET, SWEET SEASON

              SWEET, SWEET SEASON  2014 Meg Devlin Irish

Sweet, sweet season
come sugar me up
from winter's leavings of ragged ruts!
For I've become a rusty fixture
while channels flow 'round me,
burrowed deep in suspension's tide,
in need of a rallying cry!

TRANSPONDERS OF JOY

                                TRANSPONDERS OF JOY  ©2014 Meg Devlin Irish

 

I awaken to the stillness and rise

         in a whispering stream of dawn light.

The pine floor snaps into submission under my creaking toes….
     as my bed warm fingers draw aside the curtain lace.

I peer transfixed through snowflaked glass at my world
   held captive in capricious season….

The sparkling aura layered on birch and maples is surreal
   in the phase of morning sun…..while spruce and hemlock
            are bowed silent in clumps of natures’ styrofoam.

The birds, long gone from their feeders now tilted in white top hats…
    and their summer cottages with doorways snowed in……
          left with only a promissory ‘note’ of return!

Do I remain here in wait for their return like
   the powdered filigree of the trumpet vine that spreads
          its spring beauty….and like me…
               nurtures them until autumns frost?

 A soft meowing.. a gravelly woof and wet nosed nudge, remind me..

            I am more than a nested arbor vine….
                   frozen in scape!

I’ve a youthful heart and formidable companions!

   As I ruffle up some fur on these warm transponders of joy….
         grab and wrap my woolen sweater ’round me….
             we pad off, ‘one for all, all for one’ ….
                to fetch from wood box to wood stove…
                   assured in our audacious ritual to stave off
                             rapacious winter!