How I Love My Sapphire, Azure, Periwinkle California Skies

Through most of January 2020, the California skies have been painted ugly shades of off-white and grey by planes spraying plumes of metal aerosols - to improve cell phone reception I'm told by some people, to control the population or make us all sick, as claim others, or to make it harder for "good" UFO to move around in our airspace, since their engines are electromagnetic and negatively impacted by all this metallic dust. Alas, the dust turns sunsets into magnificent color displays, just as smoke does after fires.

But some days are clear, with pristine azure above, or sapphire, or cornflower blue... There are so many hues of clarity in the winter sky! Even some snow on the mountains (in December 2019).

like lotus in the mud

mountaintops bloom

with pure snow white

 

The Grapevine hills 

dusted with fresh snow

for Christmas

 

icing on the cake of

brown earth under grass blanket

snowy hills  of Grapevine

The white cover was limited to a certain height, below the hills were quite brown.

Here are other lovely landscapes without the crisscrossing patterns in the sky. Taken on those rare days of clear skies, or in the morning before the next shift of chemtrail pilots went to work to ruin our views. I usually look out first thing in the morning and go out in my bathrobe to document the California beauty before doing anything else. So lovely. Bouganvillea in bloom, and my Camelback mountain (or is it Mt. Lukens, I never remember) with two California palms of my neighbors.

Rainbows

Let’s conjure up a lovelier, brighter rainbow
made of jewels, translucent and opaque –

They are you, head to toe, a rainbow “you”
of strength and insight, presence and delight

You are a rainbow of endless Light
You are a fountain of boundless Love

You are a red ruby of life
You are a pure amber of creation
You are a bright gold of strength
You are a green emerald of affection
You are a blue sapphire of truth
You are a clear amethyst of perception

You are a white diamond of light
You are a bright diamond of light

The jewel rainbow of your body 
The jewel rainbow of your mind

Grounded in the earth, 
reaching for the sky 
dancing among stars

you are Love – you are Light

with me

(c) 2020 from Rose Always - A Love Story (rev. 2020)

Sapphire

 My tiger orchid blooms again

for the third time already

It looks at me shyly

with topaz eyes

thinking, I’d remember

that night, that music

of togetherness –

Expand, expand, forever

expand – our hearts fill

with Cosmic Light of

a thousand Suns –

liquid and flowing

to heal and purify

We thank, we praise

the One Love

that blossoms

in emerald gardens

in sapphire flames

and bright tiger eyes 

(c) 2020 from Rose Always - A Love Story (rev. 2020)

 

Some of the trees turn gold in December, the Big Tujunga Wash is so lovely at this time.

 

silver and bronze bushes, 

gold poplars and ash trees -

the riches of my valley 

 

 cherries start to bloom 

spring and fall at once -

all seasons in the now

 

 Twin Palms and the hills - 

 perfection welcomes me

in the morning

Amber

Red gold of falling leaves

and amber, liquid amber

engulf me with the intensity

of our love for all seasons –

Even the invisible California winter

without snow, with bright sunshine

and birdsong each morning – in time

for Darjeeling tea, Columbian coffee

and naleśniki, flat Polish pancakes

with a touch of maple syrup from Vermont.

The whole world celebrates with us

for we know true meaning of attachment –

not the pink blush of infatuation –

not the wine-red rose of passion –

but this, only this – pure clarity

of azure skies – clear radiance of red gold

and amber – liquid amber 

(C) 2020 from Rose Always - A Love Story (rev. 2020)

amber and sapphire -

California colors 

for the end of time

San Francisco Marina on December 26, 2019 was so delightful.

 

fold the sails

after worldwide travel 

rest in sunlit bay

And so  sunny and clear was the Mahnattan Beach Pier earlier
in November one afternoon. The sky was a bit more purplish.

a spaceship hides

in a thick white cloud -

 looking at you, kid

 

 a flotilla of clouds

watches over the valley

in sapphire peace

what's left of the last

cloud will soon disappear -

sapphire summer 

 

the doves of love

line up in my sky

for a new song

twin voices, twin songs

twin loves in the sky -

dove heaven

 

This Afternoon

   You are the music while the music lasts.

               ~ T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding

The woodpecker measures time by the thickness

of tree trunks. Birds make nests, hidden from

hawks, safe from scrub jays. We wake in sunlight,

with twirling patterns still under our closed eyelids.

We listen to high-pitched calls of hummingbirds,

the random flutter of wings. We breathe in spring air

with smoothly flowing melodies of birdsong,

the sweetest of nectars. Waves crash on distant shores

of the Pacific. Stars appear dimly above the horizon,

that glows with the bronzed orange of departing Sun.

We live on the planet of children’s laughter.

We watch refractions of light in my sapphire ring,

on diamond dew drops that cling to blades of grass,

half-opened roses. We live on Earth of abundance

and beauty. We live on Earth of plenitude and calm.

There are no sorrows here, no worries.

No before, nor after. No plans. We take deep

breaths, count to eight, inhaling smiles to the tips

of our fingers, into our toes. I laugh. You laugh.

Crystalline peals echo through the Universe –

from galaxy to galaxy, star to star.

We grow and grow – infinite, gentler, wiser –

we understand all, embrace all, know all.

Perfection. Presence. Light.

(C) 2020 from Rose Always - A Love Story (rev. 2020)

Imagine – A Poem of Light

      … a cloud that scatters pearls

                                 ~ Rumi

Are you an apple? Or maybe

a ripe seed inside an apple of light?

You are snug and safe in the core of a torus

of light rays. You are wrapped in white

silk of light, rays come from your crown into your

toes, surrounding you with a bright cocoon,

of magnetic lines, six winged angels stand

on all sides, watching over you.

Are you, perhaps a fountain?

Your heart – the spring of goodness.

Liquid light pulses and flows from you.

Your heart-beat marks the smooth rhythm

of the sky of the sky of the sky of the sky.

The light! This miracle you forget about

every day as your blood carries your

heart light into every cell of your body.

Not a fountain? A star, perchance?

Or, maybe, two stars. A larger one brightly shines

 On your chest, its rays straight and dazzling,

multicolored sparkles dance in the brightness

of your aura. See, the second star blossoms

on your forehead, as radiant as the heart star

Here you are: an arc between stars,

a lucid rainbow of ancient gold  

still shining, shining, shining –

(C) 2020 from Rose Always - A Love Story (rev. 2020)

         

            Gifts

 …the necklace of songs, that you take as a gift

                                                   ~ Rabindranath Tagore

I gather sunlight

in my palms

to save for later

when it’s dark outside

and hope seems lost.

My hands are full

of brightness. 

I gingerly carry

the tangle of sunrays

in a procession of gifts,

down the aisle.

I gather sunlight

to keep close

to my heart,

and warm us

through cold

winter nights

with a rich glow

of sunfire.

(C) 2020 from Rose Always - A Love Story (rev. 2020)

hills slide from orange

into darkness below

periwinkle sky