Yellow Rhythmic Star/ Planetary Dog Moon of Manifestation, Day 23

 

6 Lamat 

 

Yellow Rhythmic Star 

 

I frequent Beauty

As my Duty and my Due---

 

As Honey

To the Bee---

 

Beauty be

But All to me. 

 

©Kleomichele Leeds  

 

Blue Overtone Hand/ Planetary Dog Moon of Manifestation, Day 22

 

5 Manik

 

Blue Overtone Hand

 

 How---why---and when indeed

Does Love transform to Need?

 

The giving Hand goes on the Take

The Heart grows dark and cold

 

Once open Arms and Eyes

Close to Possibility and Passion---

 

Suspicion suspends Belief

Trust steps out for a Smoke

 

Neither Relief nor Faith survive

The imminent Loss of Hope. 

 

©Kleomichele Leeds

White Self-Existing World-Bridger/ Planetary Dog Moon of Manifestation, Day 21

                                                                                                                4 Cimi

 

White Self---Existing World---Bridger

 

Like Ice on winter Roses

Or frosted Dew on Grass---

My Heart Melts

 

Only the Stone

Remains in Place

Outside the Tomb

 

But like a Cloud

The Boulder floats away---

She is risen!

 

The Angel in your voice---

It’s Tone and Timbre

Start my Heartbeat---

 

A Resurrection of Affection---

Wordless Communion

Reunion---Celebration

 

A past Affair---

After a bitter Death---Life

Brought to present Time

 

In Forgiveness---

Remembrance

And Gratitude sublime.

 

©Kleomichele Leeds

Red Electric Serpent/ Planetary Dog Moon of Manifestation, Day 20

 3 Chicchan

 

Red Electric Serpent

 

In Solitude

I journey down

To meet Ereshkigal---

My Sister dark---

My Shadow

 

Seven times she

Strips my Flesh---

My Veils

 

Bone alone remains---

If I survive

My self will die---

 

And while I mourn

My Soul will be reborn.

 

©Kleomichele Leeds

Yellow Lunar Seed/ Planetary Dog Moon of Manifestation, Day 19

 

2 Kan

 

Yellow Lunar Seed

 

There is a Time of Year lies yawning---

Stretching the Space between Seasons

Days---Weeks of Promise when, depending on the Solstice

We stand between cold Dread and warm Anticipation---

 

There is a Time of Year that takes the plant Roots deep---

Makes its Moves from inner Signals

Cosmic Calls of ice-filled Lakes---

Frost---Cold---Wind---Snow and Rain

 The Skies of November resemble a Day in March

When Clouds give no Comfort or Promise of Warmth

 

Finally, winter loses Strength –

A Seed begins its brave invisible

 Ascent to early Suns too pale for warming---

Only Faith supports our Skin and Bones

Now chilled and blue with Longing

For spring, the winter’s Damage to atone

 

That Time of Year lay shivering

While we, like Children, short-sighted

And burning with Desire cannot wait

For howling, whistling Winds

To blow away the old and bring upon the New

The autumnal Days of early spring are rude---

They tease and taunt without Remorse

 

 That Time of Year too short to name until---

Azure fills a Sky of cotton Clouds---

Jonquil Petals open with the Violet

Green Grass quivers with the Flights of little Bees

Whose Legs are yellow Pollen laden---

Daffodil sits up with Hyacinth upon the Hill

The Moth awakes to fly on parchment Wing

The Seasons turn---Gaia smiles---naming Spring.

 

 

©Kleomichele Leeds

Blue Magnetic Night/ Planetary Dog Moon of Manifestation, Day 18

 

1 Akbal

 

Blue Magnetic Night

 

Sweet Sleep

Enfold me

Travel down

And hold me

To Thy Breast---

 

Long Night

Approach me

Overcome

And take me

Down to

Rest---

 

Tall Dreams

Entrance Me---

Free the Heart

To dance in me

Lest---

 

Dark Fears

Besiege me---

Swallow down

And seize

The very best

Of me.

 

©Kleomichele Leeds

 

White Cosmic Wind/ Planetary Dog Moon of Manifestation, Day 17

13 Ik

  

White Cosmic Wind

 

A Phantom have I

Lived with near a Year---

An inner Voice---

A disembodied Face

 

A separate Self---

Beloved yet apart---

A ghostly Lover

Occupies my Heart

 

His surface Charm

Hides Depths unknown---

Deadly and immortal both---

Wild Resentment grown---

 

Upon him, I projected

Every Wound and Crime

Committed from infancy

Until present Time---

 

I fashioned him a Hero

That insubstantial Soul---

But when I cut him loose I saw

The Hero is my Self, made whole.

©Kleomichele Leeds