Get your ducks in a row, she said.
I’d rather gather a gaggle of geese,
snow white bellies settling
on Skagit flatland.
My ducks scatter.
I depend on geese in rotating
formation. My turn,
your turn.
As above, so below.
C.J. Prince
©2016
Summer Sister dances,
a flighty faerie step, arms
outstretched to the universes.
She pulls down spiral threads
to honor Lugh’s mother,
connects webs from her fingertips
along the wheel of the year,
Lughnassahd to Equinox,
Samhain to Yule.
We are the amusement park
of watching stars.
C.J. Prince
©2016
Two swords in opposition,
east to west, gleaming
in sunlight between heaven
and earth.
The sky swirls like peacock
feathers. Lightning
rumbles underground.
Mindfulness brings peace.
C.J. Prince
C.J. Prince Poet 