Eight of Discs:
1 to 10 degrees Virgo; Ruled by Mercury (Ceres), Saturn and Sun; Lord of Prudence; “Changes in Enterprises.”
In the knitting basket,
eight skeins deep
the new scarf in the variegated yarn
is nearly finished.
The plump balls come unraveled,
they seems bent on escape,
rolling under the furniture,
leaving a trail of a single strand of yarn.
Hiding in the yarn bag,
deep in the inside pocket
the favorite wooden knitting needles
at the ready,
dreaming up the next project.
King of Discs
More than Jack
’s magic beans,
Every act is a ritual.
Honor the land to honor me;
Charged to care for the vineyard;
empty vines are disobedient;
it is good land, where grapes grow.
Make harvest not war.
Count the yield in the third hour and then again in the sixth;
clear away the stones, nettles, and thorny ground;
do not trample down the starts, nor destroy my portion.
Look to my holy mountain, and the fertile hills;
Mark each seed;
plant a fig tree in their midst.
Sing the song of the vineyard,
‘Plowman dig my earth’.
like the ox, the wolf, the lamb; and the lion,
I will eat straw.
My toil will make firm the feeble.
I will keep it day and night.
Perishables grow in my garden,
yet Death is swallowed up
my tiny seeds.
For this decan period is the Six of Wands
Six of Wands:
10 to 20 degrees Leo; Ruled by Triple Jupiter; Lord of Victory; “Joyful Spirit.”
The self-confident declaration in the tallest sunflowers,
The grounded peacefulness of spinning pinwheels.
A peek into the freedom of the August child
Brings marshmallows on a stick, melting over a campfire,
Pixie sticks, popsicle sticks, pick-up sticks.
Summertime days just waft away,
Like the tinkling music of the ice cream truck just out of hearing,
The smell of the road tar
Beyond the reach of the conscious mind.
The brave risks of youth, in the name of daring adventure, often leave no trace
Of a time when the street light coming on
Signaled the time to go home.
Baseball cards, slapping the wire spokes of the bike,
Pedaling at top speed.
Page of Cups at Lammas
A little unsteady
she takes her first steps,
more mermaid than a two-legged.
Blue eyed, blue-blooded,
born like all kings and queens,
with a silver spoon in her mouth.
A beach baby, full of sand and seaweed
she watches the waves.
When indoors, fish fly to find her.