Triphilia tessellation by Robin Scholz

Cycle of howls

Wolf looks at the ground, at our feet, and feels the Terra under her paws. Every step we make, we feel it as if it was coming inside us from contact. As if we were deep in it. She should howl, we should howl, others are doing it, but comes only a low sound. We feel deeper in Terra, and the moon that calls us, and suddenly we lift our head and howl.
And the moon feels the Metallo in our howl.
And the moon is shining on Acqua, moving it on land.
And Acqua breathes on Legno, growing tall.
And Legno one day falls, and Fuoco sparks in it.
And Fuoco quiets down to ashes and rejoins Terra.

I hear Wolf howling again.

The garden in Autumn

Our garden was warm
and the air thick with
the smell of damp earth
and the dirt was painted
with the leaves of fall
and the green of spirit

The morning

You were warmer than warm,
your hair softer than soft,
your kisses sweeter than sweet,
and I didn't want to go
even for a moment,
I didn't want my face away
from your chest.
But I went on in the day,
feeling still your warmth,
and your hair,
and your kisses
that never left

Coming closer

It was like
your smell came
to search me
and I leaned in
closer and
closer
wanting to
kiss you

Always summer

Yes, I miss the summer
cooking under the sun,
your hand in mine,
tasting the salt of life
on your lips.
But I feel it still,
can taste it still.
We are there and
we are here,
in every moment,
in every tomorrow,
let go of your worries love,
feel this with me

Sword Dance

(A haiku)

How I am happy
To make this sword dance with you
Full of energy