"Turquoise Place" a poem for the New Moon in Leo

You are wearing golden armor

And a cunning smile

Delicate white flowers move in your hands

As you place your palms on wet sidewalk

and the Sun rises

glowing at dawn in water

Unconditional rays with some warmth

Lean into them to trust in your being

and grief

Fear and inner sovereignty are friends

Existing and not existing together

Like the Sun and Moon

And Earth

Walk to the pond

Where you won’t be distracted by philosophical or astrological dogma

Instead toss torn bread

Into ducks beaks

Beaks that know the turquoise clouds of space

Where the Lion’s mane reside

Thick with curls of joy and blessing

There’s the fear that wakes you up in the day

And the sleep that catches you awake

Caught

To dance

In royal circles

As a universe delights in

Fresh start

Trembling with realities of tender life

Stay diligent

prioritize

begin again

in ponds of light

and soft green blue feathers

Turquoise manes and a trumpets roar

That signs from magic

Some jewel that resides in fire

To nurture beyond self and other

Place