said, a Sage

  

“there’s time and place for all things; said, a sage”*

A fowl lay basting on a table made of wood
By the glow and warmth of a countryside hearth
Herbs and spices lay chopped fine
Potatoes dancing in a cloud of boiling water
Dandelion leaves washed and dried
In a skillet tossed with baby onions
A loaf of bread over an open fire
Filling this home with a bakers heart
The staple of foods made from grains
That feed every living thing on the planet
A holiday feast named for His grace
To remember the past and to praise His rise
These moments in time are meant to be honoured
Not squandered
The smell of sage invades
As drips of fat sear and ignites flames
Hot red coals bake until ash of grey
Hands held tight, uniting a table
In a prayer led by one voice
In thanks for a life
To rejoice
All men
And women

Ax

*The Ghost by Richard Harris Barham 1788 – 1845

thank you to Belinda at BusyMindThinking ~ link here
for the inspiration of Sage.
Friends, please head over to Belindas site if you are not aquainted. a wonderful person and lovely lady.
happy weekend to all 🌾

dreams of a blue sky 

  
though the sky lay grey over mountain tops and beyond
as far as one may see, these mystic eyes are filled sublime

the clouds may feign a dive with the rain
into the oceans hold, carved through time

the air inhaled chilled to a crisp
the pain so clean, it clears the mind

the wind travels over ancient rock
towering, reaching, for heavens dock

where to rest, surely come angels
majestic wings that fan the sky all around

lifting the storm away, the sun’s shine bleeds light
as clouds once grey, now turn to white

giant cotton puffs form against a sky blue canvass
that swells into space, the angels take flight

just like that the universe smiles
how fucking beautiful, this world truly is

whether skys are grey in view
or where dreams of a blue sky comes true

Ax