Summer Run

 A Summer Solstice Poem

Poem © Joyce Mason 2022 

Slithering like a snake after rain

Summer hisses its heat and bawdy flowers.

We romp and run in the blazing rays.

 

We are racing prisoners who got out of jail free.

The blur of beauty scarcely catches our eye.

We sprint, tails afire, through the hot freedom

seeking water.

 

Maximum light and childlike joy:

We barely hear our mothers calling us for dinner.

Summer Solstice, cusp of Cancer,

Mother knows best.

Feed yourself

fuel for more adventures.

Rest a while.

Bring back the beauty from the blur.

Have it for dessert.

 

~~~

Photo credit: © Famveldman | Dreamstime.com

Spring Chickens: A Vernal Equinox Poem

Poem © 2020 by Joyce Mason

Deep inside me

seeds are desperate to crack open

as the Sun warms the earth a bit longer

every day

inching to the Equinox.

The seedlings are chicks pecking at eggshells

from the inside out.

New hopes, dreams, goals, changes:

Resolutions to revolutions.

No one knows what work it takes

to mount or withstand this energetic build-up.

It’s dark, jabbing into the unknown.

It is disconnection and disorientation at their cruelest.

Yet one day like the Tortoise and the Hare,

the slow chicklets of resurrection 

crack the shell as we do the crust of our winter malaise.

Like the slow results of escape with inadequate tools,

We make our jailbreak.

All heaven breaks loose.

Holy Aries!

~~~

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Poem: Chiron in Aries

Dear Radical Readers,

Happy Chiron Return to all our fiftyish readers. This is a gift to you and a mantra for the rest of us to explore for the current cycle of Chiron in Aries. I see it expressing the potential for healing as we reel from a time of bullying, harshness and the need to cut through some pretty cruel crap and in-fighting so we can protect what we call wholly. This is one of 12 poems in my ebook, Poems to Heal the Healer: The 12 Chiron Signs. You can purchase via the link just cited or in the sidebar for $4.99. It makes a great gift for people who speak astrology and especially those in the healing arts. It's a condensed course in understanding the Chiron signs. Feel free to share this poem with attribution.

With hope for a sweeter world,
Joyce

Swords pierce and define me:

Nightmares of bullies

violent beginnings

softening

protecting the softened

I, hero, heal

in the world of physicality

Derring-do:

T’ai chi,

kick box

head butt

Ebb and flow

put out fires

Discover myself

my vocation

somewhere

in my own heartbeat

Blood racing to compete the circuit

my warrior quest:

Who Am I?

In helping and healing the bruised     

I find the real competition:

bursting the tape at the finish line

of wholeness

in my own time

not necessarily first.

© 2010 by Joyce Mason

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Autumn Equinox Poem: “Falling”

© 2016 by Joyce Mason

Fruits and leaves

fall from the trees

dropping us,

sometimes gently,

sometimes with a thud,

from the growing season:

transition from harvest to withering.

Within one quarter

we go from fully ripe

to shedding what is fulfilled

preparing us

for the coma season

where we regenerate underground,

sprout new facets of ourselves

in the dark pseudo-death of winter,

resurrection invisible until

buds of new beginnings

break out of our earthen cell blocks in spring.

In-between times are sacred,

call for faith:

the trust game for team-building

where you fall backwards

into the arms of your friends

face your own fears on whether they’ll catch you.

The Circle of the Seasons

will catch you always.

The blaring beauty of autumn

reminds us:

this happens

over and over again

as predictable as dawn and dusk

the two in-between times

we meet every day.

Contemplate what you need to let go.

Let it fall gently.

There’s no reason to worry.

You’ll see colors again so vivid:

Ecstatic eye glare.

This Technicolor Life has unending sequels.

~~~

Photo Credit: Couple Tree and Falling Leaves © Khunaspix | Dreamstime.com

Want to see more autumn poems by The Radical Virgo? Enjoy these offerings from the past five years:

Mercury Retrograde Autumn (2015)

Gorge-us: An Autumn Equinox Poem (2014)

Harvests: An Autumn Equinox Poem (2013)

Equinox Poem: “Autumn Me” (2012)

Semi-Circle: Autumn Equinox (2011)

And a practice worth repeating: Autumn: Meditation on Wild Gratitude (2014)

Moon

Poem © 2016 by Joyce Mason

My mom's Aries Moon:

Fierce, protective

rib-crunching hugs

teamed with Venus in Scorpio,

a magnetic undertow of smother love.

I see mirrored in my cat’s eyes:

fiery love and fear of loss,
hot temper,

the craving and no-thank-you’s,

the Eternal Mother’s Day

of intense nurturing

big as all outdoors--

my heart strings wrapped

around the universe

defending the realm.

~~~

Photo Credit:  Lunar Echoes © agsandrew - fotolia.com

Spring Equinox Poem: “Birthday Party”

 Poem © 2015 by Joyce Mason

Seeds

push through

the birth canal of Gaia;

end winter's hard labor.

The Sun hands out

flower petals rolled up as cigars.

The Moon mops her brow,

midwife to the season
where Mars leads off

Venus follows

and Mercury

rounds out the chorus

of springing, singing signs.

Chant Aries, Taurus, Gemini!

Happy Rebirthday!

~~~

Photo Credit: © angelo19 - Fotolia.com