2020 Virgo Ingress of the Sun — The Classical Astrologer (Reblog)

I rarely post on ingress charts other than the four cardinal Ingresses – the solstice and equinox events. Bot this is no ordinary year, by anyone’s standards and I’m there for watching the unfolding patterns that precede the Great Conjunction of Saturn and Jupiter in Aquarius, an event that will have repercussions not only until […]
2020 Virgo Ingress of the Sun — The Classical Astrologer

Poem: The Painter

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Climbing the dune,
wind heavy in our faces.
We squint (or do we smile?),
our laughs and quips
diffuse in the air.

Young legs carry you
ahead to the summit,
where tufts of green cling
to an existence. Then you’re
a sudden lithe silhouette

against a racing sky.
I revel in your victory;
your gentle hand hauls me
up close to ocean eyes,
an elfin smile, teeth

pristine like breakers
on the distant, crashing
shore, that white noise
filling our ears.
To look into you

is to look as men
have done for centuries.
Unchanging heart,
you’re the pearl left
nestling in filth.

So take a look –
can anyone steal time?
An hour here or there,
we leave our footprints,
no foothold anywhere.

I am the painter of this shore –
you are the model.
Again and again,
we return to wrestle
in familiar hues;

deep alizarin crimson,
yellow ochre, phthalo blue,
making it real. Stay in this
moment, we bless and bless.
It has to be you.

copyright Leofwine Tanner 2019 and 2011

Haiku Poem – Everyday Philosophy

Hanging in the sun
A breeze is my companion
Elemental friends

Leofwine Tanner 2019

Poem ‘What Goes Around’

What Goes Around

At last I can leave
the window ajar
to sense those languid
sounds of the street

like life itself returning
from some distant place
a world woken up
by a warm gentle kiss

Promise too in the bee’s
tender tap on my window
busy on beatnik rounds –
I am wishing him luck

on a maverick wind
in the cool melodious rain

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Climbing the dune, wind heavy in our faces. We squint (or do we smile?), our laughs and quips diffuse in the air.

Young legs carry you ahead to the summit, where tufts of green cling to an existence. Then you’re a sudden lithe silhouette

against a racing sky. I revel in your victory; your gentle hand hauls me up close to ocean eyes, an elfin smile, teeth

pristine like breakers on the distant, crashing shore, that white noise filling our ears. To look into you

is to look as men have done for centuries. Unchanging heart, you’re the pearl left nestling in filth.

So take a look – can anyone steal time? An hour here or there, we leave our footprints, no foothold anywhere.

I am the painter of this shore – you are the model. Again and again, we return to wrestle in familiar hues;

deep alizarin crimson, yellow ochre, phthalo blue, making it real. Stay in this moment, we bless and bless. It has to be you.

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Climbing the dune,
wind heavy in our faces.
We squint (or do we smile?),
our laughs and quips
diffuse in the air.

Young legs carry you
ahead to the summit,
where tufts of green cling
to an existence. Then you’re
a sudden lithe silhouette

against a racing sky.
I revel in your victory;
your gentle hand hauls me
up close to ocean eyes,
an elfin smile, teeth

pristine like breakers
on the distant, crashing
shore, that white noise
filling our ears.
To look into you

is to look as men
have done for centuries.
Unchanging heart,
you’re the pearl left
nestling in filth.

So take a look –
can anyone steal time?
An hour here or there,
we leave our footprints,
no foothold anywhere.

I am the painter of this shore –
you are the model.
Again and again,
we return to wrestle
in familiar hues;

deep alizarin crimson,
yellow ochre, phthalo blue,
making it real. Stay in this
moment, we bless and bless.
It has to be you.