Living The Labyrinth
Poems and Photographs
By Mary DeDanan
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At First Light
At first light the western horizon
is layers of color above an ocean of clouds.
A band of blue, the color of a god's soft skin.
A band of rose, like a silken sari, slowly settling
as though slid off faint shoulders, and forgotten.
The sun rises from the opposite sky,
long fingers reaching.
Touching.
The breeze exhales gently.
Lovers' memory begins the day.
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"Sunrise, Looking West" ©Mary DeDanan
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"Little Black Mountain Looking West by Northwest" ©Mary DeDanan
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Rain
First rain in the earliest morning.
Moist rustling in the darkness
beyond the open window.
The air sweet with earth.
The fragrance of dried grasses,
suddenly wet.
Light comes, gray and shy.
I return to dreams, as real
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Radiant Fire
Stars' radiant fire
holy beyond all telling.
Soft, enter
this heart.
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Wild Iris- Photographer Unknown
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Wild Iris
Wild iris
holding each other
through the wind.
Soft petals veined with blue
and gold-white lace.
Stamens hidden like prayer.
Connected in their rhizomes
to all that came before. |
Living The Labyrinth, Poems and Photographs By Mary DeDanan
© Mary DeDanan 2000. All Rights Reserved.
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