Airborne by Louise Gallagher She wandered through her days like a leaf tossed by the wind aimless, directionless, weightless her heart aching her feet leaden tethered to some invisible thread of memory caught in the veil of yesterdays lying in the darkness of believing she did not know how to fly. It’s not true. You are born to fly, a voice deep within whispered in one of those moments when her attention grew weary of the world beyond the pale of all she could not see in the here and now leaving her exposed to the exquisite mystery of her life. She didn’t believe it the idea of flight seemed too impossible the mystery too deep. She had feet, not wings she whispered back, closing the door on chance as she turned back into certainty. But then, one day when she least expected it she felt the urging to stretch beyond the realm of her imagination and on that day she discovered her wings hiding beneath the layers of life hammering at her to stay tethered to threads of memory keeping her tied to life’s heavy toll. It was that day she discovered she was born to fly and her dreams were too.
In the Dread of Winter’s Grip by Louise Gallagher November 2020 An arctic wind nips in eager expectation of the sun’s waning light as shadows lengthen and geese fly south in sisterly formation beneath a moody November sky. And memories of summer blooms fade in the lengthening shadows that herald the approach of winter's kisses. Silently, as vapid sunshine seeps stealthily across the far horizon a frosty chill descends upon the pristine stillness of a wintery landscape lulled to sleep beneath a blustery grey sky. And the promise of spring waits patient deep beneath the silence of snow falling into the dread of winter’s grip.
Dark gives way to light
Morning breaks, the heart opens
Love fills in the cracks.
©2014 Louise Gallagher
Beginning, sun sets
in shadowed light embracing day.
Owl hunts in darkness.
Breathing into light
dawn quietly leaves night’s bed.
Sparrow sings of joy.
Create! day called out
to time passing by unseen.
Magpie adors its nest.
Crimson fire burning hot
expands out to touch the horizon.
Eagle soars on high.
Ending, day seeks
closure in death’s sweet promise.
Raven waits patiently.
Dusks thin veil pulls back
releasing earth from day’s labour.
Dove settles lightly.
Seeking the great One
silence beckons at night’s edge.
Swan floats silently.