Blackened sight submerge in moon,
caress away the afternoon.
lofting summer rays
swift and gone, the summer's days.
I linger long in Autumns blaze
of leaf and the promise of primrose.
Gathered first the frosted rime,
dancing in ecstatic time;
foreign melodic chant,
that warp and weft of raptures cant.
Forgotten cares left aslant
on altar in the wild and wood.
Antlered sight slips between the…
I just finished reading yet another woman reciting to us men what we 'need' to do to become fuller, more enriched men. I get it, I really do. In fact, I've spent a lifetime engaging my 'feminine' side; becoming a healer, a counselor, a friend, a poet, a listener, a softer, kinder more receptive and more open man. I also think it is time to recognize that men need much more than to 'be more feminine'.
So often I hear the traits of kindness, compassion, love, listening etc ascribed to…Continue