Isis, Priestess of the moon
from swirls of peacock eyes and turquoise
extends her open arms up high, above
her head, where reigns the white dove

gowned in silk concentric circles
silver and aqua’s allowed transparencies
over her perfect torso
she gazes mystically from
shielded eyes evoking hypnotic spells

Oh, Isis, on this the night
of your harvest moon
its pallor blushed now into copper hues
what promises, fully ripe are
whispered in paths crossing?

As in fair grace, upon your throne you rule
your feet set sure above
the fruit of orchards, fields of grains
while camel roams and purest water flows
your card in the Tarot draws
generous yield of your divinity

Sirius secure, now out of sight
your New Year’s North Star
first shone herald of
this bounty, with the inundation
of the Nile
through your light, giver of life

10/28/2004