The day passes quickly
devoid of drama
sleepy chickadees
flutter in naked branches
the sun shines
as it has since it burst
into being
warming the earth
releasing spring
I watch from my window
and my reflection agrees.
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Old Memory
One cannot travel through life devoid of scars.
Each nightly ritual reminds of stories past as you
Sluice away at the open wounds of the day.
I trace a silver line on the curve of my foot,
Conjuring up memories of hurried feet along train tracks,
The shortcut to home. Furtively listening for the train whistle
That would squeal on us, my brother and I hastened home.
In my haste, I stumbled on a broken beer bottle, flung negligently.
The gash was deep, he tore his shirt in strips and bound me safe.
I hobbled home. We laughed. My brother gave me the shirt off his back.
I retrace the silver line fondly.
Hard times
We grow and let go
Of all the things, we think we know
We hold tight, to the things that are right
That keeps us from pacing long into the night
Pining for the time when the sun shone bright
And in the dawn’s ethereal glow
The demons we wrestle fading slowly from sight
Faith finds us, reminds us that day follows night.
Good times
Hard times
We grow and let go
Of all the things, we think we know
We hold tight, to the things that are right
That keeps us from pacing long into the night
Pining for the time when the sun shone bright
And in the dawn’s ethereal glow
The demons we wrestle fading slowly from sight
Faith finds us, reminds us that day follows night.
Good times
I have never said it out loud before
Until today…
But in this coming year
All I ask for
Are a few bursts of glory
Shining moments
That hang, suspended…
Gleaming, twinkling,
That help me rise above the mundane
Remind me that the stars are there
To help me through the dark days
That I know will come
Because life is like that.
Happy New Year All.
Stock Photo
Each Christmas the coniferous trees
Stand righteously
Bedecked in their fir finery
on hill or home ~
While the Ash turn ashen in their nudity
The Maple exposed, stands frigidly
No adornment covering in the leafless breeze.
But the stately Spruce and Pine
Shine like the star, spangled
Bedazzled, bejeweled
Dispelling darkness ~
Lighting hearts, untangled
Awaiting Christmas bliss
We knowledge our need for this.
Each Christmas the coniferous trees
Stand righteously
Bedecked in their fir finery
on hill or home ~
While the Ash turn ashen in their nudity
The Maple exposed, stands frigidly
No adornment covering in the leafless breeze.
But the stately Spruce and Pine
Shine like the star, spangled
Bedazzled, bejeweled
Dispelling darkness ~
Lighting hearts, untangled
Awaiting Christmas bliss
We knowledge our need for this.
IN Remembrance vcl2014
Nothing remains
To celebrate
In the death of millions…
Whose humble sacrifice
Lies rotted
Poppies sprouted
To hide the stench
of righteous war
Gravestones heralding
Entrance into another world
Leaving grieving generations
Who discuss what might have been.
We honor your sacrifice
In a weary world, aspiring,
Hoping it is enough.
The night blooms
With a million
Stars a’ dancing
Planets bow near
To catch anew
The symphonic burst
Of musical spheres
Orion giddily stirs
The Milky Way
And humans strain
To catch glimpses
Of other worlds
As they soar
So far away.
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