NEW YEAR'S EVE

Photo/Collage by S. Auberle

"All things you see will be changed,

and out of their substance will make other things

and again others, so the world may be ever new."

~ Marcus Aurelius

May your new year be filled with peace, laughter and poetry...

HOLIDAY WISHES

Photo by S. Auberle

TWELVE WISHES FOR THE NEW YEAR

In January, I wish for you black, velvet skies

with a million, dazzling stars.

In February, may you walk beneath them

a loved one's hand in yours.

For March, let fresh winds bluster

through you and clear out the old,

and may April's halo of tender leaves

inspire you to new growth.

A dance 'round a Maypole

is my wish for you in Spring,

and a field of June blossoms to nap in.

July, may you know quiet coves

and endless hours to spend there.

For August, I wish you a blue lake to sail on,

September, a fiesta

of orange, red and gold.

In October, may that harvest moon

paint your nights with light,

and the soft gray of November

enfold you in stillness.

At last, comes dark December,

and my wish for you then,

and always, is peace...

Warmest holiday greetings to all...

WINTER EVE

Photo/Painting by S. Auberle

WINTER EVE

two dark

delicate shapes

crossing the snowy road...

under a crescent

of rose-tinted moon

my heart leaps

at the white flash

of their tails

like beacons

in the night...

~ Sharon Auberle

DECEMBER EIGHTH

Photo by S. Auberle

DECEMBER EIGHTH

Handel's concertos on the radio

followed by afternoon news:

another valiant woman

has died this day.

A slim crescent moon

shines in sunset skies,

a poem knocks

at the door

in this darkest time of year.

What shall I do

with the poem, with this moon,

with the music, her death

and o, what shall I do

about all this darkness?

~ Sharon Auberle

In Memoriam: Elizabeth Edwards

PEACE

Photo by Edward S. Curtis - 1903

Though I saw many, many beautiful places on my recent trip to the Southwest, I was most moved by the words on this post card I found in a trading post in Monument Valley, Utah. The photo of Chief Joseph, the leader of the Nez Perce tribe was taken upon his surrender in 1877, when he spoke these now-famous words:

"From where the sun now stands,

I will fight no more forever."

As we approach this holiday time of peace, I believe these are words to remember.