Carpets of cotton candy snow

Laid before as on the road I go

Petals underfoot paint a pretty path

Alternate universe reality projects

Intersections unknown on any map

Lost in cardinal directions without GPS

In a city that’s home wherever the pin

Going around and around again

Around and around and around again

Rose colored toes in the rain I spin

Disoriented in a world that transcends

Around and around I go again


~ Em C.

*Photograph my own.


Giants by the Sea

Giants by the sea
     sitting reverently

Two gazes called
     ‘cross ocean deep

To distant rock giants 
     carving razor edge

Capped by cotton collar
     oncoming night’s bed

Currents carry love afar
     creatures whisper notes

Messages largely unheard
     by walking shore bound folks

Time stops a moment
     breeze speaks sun’s secrets

Giants sniff salty air
     no words necessary

~ Em C.



I couldn’t resist taking some photos from my viewpoint of a man and his Great Dane enjoying the sunset together.

The way the dog was happily observing people, the birds and who knows, maybe even the ocean and sunset, too…was entirely sweet to observe. And the love of his human…if only we could all love one another so purely.

A giant creature, and his giant human. A beautiful moment.

Blooming Beauty on the Hill

blooming  beauty on the hill
dropping pink taffeta tears
that tell your winter story
year after endless years

ringing round your core
a tender bed beckoning
the barefoot, the child, the reader 
the writer with poised pen

arms upon which lithely grow
new leaves glossy green
for tempest sky they reach
ever bearing winds

bracing bitter cold
shaking off the rain
cascading creviced folds
drawing strength out of pain

all-the-while steady
deepest roots withstand
hurricane force seasons
from sun to broken branches

this soul has withstood
a life of fickle seasons, yet
somehow still worships the sun
while embracing heavy rains

these feet cannot pass
without paying respect
an altar to arboreal gods
who shall forever

~ Em C.


**stopped me on my tracks while on my walk today**

The Flowers and You

as spring daffodils lean reaching heads sunward,

turn your rain-stained face toward me.

sunflowers, daisies, shamrocks — aching for some distant light…

your sun, your radiant heat I’ll be.

even in looming dark, under pregnant clouds, obscured by curling fog,

they know the precise angle of aim;

you’ll find me here, perched beam in a steady old-growth tree,

waiting for your uplifted gaze.

their opening petals yawn wide

as your eyes, searching for an outstretched ray.

a blind kind of faith, the flowers and you;

when life has led you astray…

just turn your chin to the shelter of sky,

and you’ll find me there shining your way.

~ Em C.





Orb of orange hung blue in heavens

Eye peeking through velvet curtain

Round as rock this rock does orbit

Showing only one of its two faces

I stare transfixed amidst the mist

Wishing with my heart exposed

Pleading to the gods above

My secrets only they will know

And you I hear in the owl’s call

The midnight overseer

Of all the dreamers’ dreams

Of all the dark creatures’ fears

Saying you see me in the light

In silver tinged sight

Standing naked and primal

Arms outstretched to the sky

The wild She in all her skin

Shameless in her shadow

That shows no clothes

No chains, no rings, nor claims

But a compass for a heart

That follows the moon in dark

Knowing it will lead me back to you

~ Em C.