It was a new tradition that we started when first moving into the Forestville cottage to celebrate the holidays by creating a fence decorating the season with gleanings from the summer gardens and forming the image of an angel. At one point a dear one, who shall remain anonymous, said the creation looked more like Mothra of Japanese monster fame than not. Thus, over the past nine years or so sisters of the Angel Mothra have graced our contributions to the neighborhood festivities. It all began in Vermont at the farmhouse on Silk Road in Bennington with swags hanging from the back porch ceiling.
With the help of an angel named Susan Lamont
A River of Candles
From the torpid heat
The night brought
Moonlight and fireflies,
Belying the heavy weight of day
With the scent of roses
The play of sweet wild phlox
In blue shadowed depths
With white, pink and violet blooms
Growing in the floral rooms
Of the deserted orchard
At the edge of the marsh.
With a soft purple hue
As those shadows in the dream
Remember the river of candles
Which once seemed
The bleeding hearts of thousands
Who carried sorrow in tiny flames
Up the length of Market Street
Whose eyes flickering with light
Made brilliant the night
That honored the dead
Brought some relief of our terrible grief.
The Holidays are upon us once again and if one has survived the boot camp depredations of BLACK FRIDAY, then maybe a sweet, easy buying time from a click or two on the laptop or computer is in order. For those of you readers and those you care for are readers, may I suggest the following:
POETRY: SNAPSHOTS —–a collection of poems on nature, on love, on life , on grief
WOBBLY SABI..…A collection of poems on love, aging, and the beautiful transient nature of life
PETS & DOGS: THE ANDIE CHRONICLES……a collection of stories about a little Cocker Spaniel named Andie and her adventures
MEMOIR: PENTIMENTO.…….The life and times of a world traveler, hippy, monk poet, artist, activist, part-time anarchist and professional black sheep of the family
Happy Holidays from Michael & Andie
All These books are available at Barns & Noble by Michael Browne
I am gone.
Remember how I laughed, danced
The songs of life we sang
I am the white in winter,
The icy patterns on farmhouse windows,
The swift moving storm clouds,
Free of tears now.
I am the new green in Spring
Free of the years
Free of fears.
Remember me in Fall.
I am the call of wild geese leaving.
Free of grieving.
In the light of morning
When dew drops become rainbows
On the tips of grass bent by tule fog.
I’ve become mushrooms on an old mossy log,
Gleaning the fields,
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Might remember me
Standing in awe of snow
The pink glow of a winter twilight
The changeling seasons come and go
To show the ever new
Of me who