Metamorphosis of Dying Leaves

Tree limbs decorated with brown leaves write their ode to change on the moon in autumn’s calligraphy.
Today and tomorrow sit on owl feathers waiting for midnight to slip one into history while the other gracefully relinquishes its crown of future.
I feel the weight of inevitable lift from my spirit as I surrender to my own metamorphosis. The starlight song of ancestors plays as I write a new chorus.
©Susie Clevenger 2019
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Change

Robbing Starlight

I wanted to wish on a star, but in man’s assault of the cosmos it only reached the absent wonder of a satellite.
Signals pirate dreams from lips, claim metallic gods know the will of hearts pulsing through algorithms.
In the plunder of starlight I must trust my spirit can see what my eyes are denied.
©Susie Clevenger 2019
Real Toads ~ Different Perspectives
This is what prompted me to write this: After SpaceX Starlink Launch After SpaceX Starlink Launch, a Fear of Satellites That Outnumber All Visible Stars

Carmen Avis

In the prayer spaces of narrow I place seedlings of an open mind.
Today is here in the green leaf paintbrush of sky, raven call, and soft wings of a butterfly.
A child of earth, sibling of sky, I walk in the choir of voices singing protect.
Change begins with small things, grows in the unity of hands. The “we” of community begins in the roots of I can.
May I be strengthened by the notes of a birdsong, feathered poet of emergent peace.
©Susie Clevenger 2019
One theme...Peace

Through Blue Eyes

Photography by Oladios "I can't see the end of me."
Mortality lives in the back of my mind, the place thoughts rarely visit. Why contemplate an empty heart while fairytales still form in my imagination.
over the rainbow I fly the sound of color silver drops of moon
©Susie Clevenger 2019 The Sunday Muse #80

Season of Crumble

In the palm of eyes and the ear of skin days darken before they even begin.
The sky bleeds crows in drops of black ink, leaves rise on the fall, wither and shrink.
Neither here nor there mist laces bare limbs with droplets of dew, whispers, and whims.
In the season of crumble the hours grow short, shadows grow longer, and wicked holds court.
Beware of what you hear, be careful where you go. Witch and winter plot in sable and drifting snow.
©Susie Clevenger 2019
Poets United ~ Midweek Motif

Writing with a Paintbrush

At the Seashore by S. Anderson
Winter grumbles its gray across the sky, but I dance in the sea spill of blue racing across the sand and summon July’s spirit to pinch my cheeks with summer.
Beescape by P. D. Laine
Concrete molds me into its city hum of traffic growl and chaotic motion.
Outside my window honeybees find their Eden in a small plot of purple and gold daises.
I press my hands to the glass to feel the irony.
No Title by O. Bentor

bird of paradise
winged blooms perched on stems color’s flight pattern

Fire & Ice by S. Anderson
Sunlight skinny dips in November’s chill Daydreams learn to swim in the season of frosted breath.
Green Paradise by B. Grimes
Green stems cackle their song of June

Ladder Against the Sun

Image Source ~ Alastair Magnaldo
There are many things I’ll never have in this circus of the sun. Days add and subtract, glow bright even in the sweater gray of grief.
Not every ladder climb reaches a dream, but those that do imprint the spirit and keeps my heart reaching toward hope.
Life is a high wire walk through light and darkness. I know I can make it if I carry at least one pocketful of sun.
©Susie Clevenger 2019
The Sunday Muse #75