The harvest wagons hunker in the fields that have been picked and gathered,Fields that once were vibrant with life and the color of youth in its many hues.A scarecrow stands as a lone sentinel with nothing left to guard, his shirtthreadbare and shredding in the the biting fall rain and wind.Black Ravens ride the updrafts…
Forest of Lost Dreams
Up in ashes with no fire, only smoke to tell the tale,Stars rise up one by one too quickly burn and then go out,Lightning flashes amidst thunderous applause to drown The cries and tears that fall, unseen and unheard in a forest Dark, do they even exist at all?No path to follow no markers to…
Turmoil
Billow and blow, swirling and spinning and at the Eye I am,Unable to focus, lost, dizzying impenetrable wall of grayNo sign of thinning or slowing ever churning and roiling.At the Eye I am with no way outAs the wind and the clouds hurl all aboutIn the early morning hours and all through the nightThoughts are…
The Mother Looks
Mother had all the looks, I’m sure she would agree,And she could reach out and touch you with just aPassing glance, you see. She had all the great ones, including the loving smile,But she reserved others for those special times whenShe needed to go that extra mile.You might receive a glare or two when giggling…
Star Dust
Whether the stars can falland burst forth upon the wet grasstwinkling like diamonds under a moonlit sky,Whether the star dust gathers and flowsleaving a trail, and blows into thecorners and shadows of a lost garden,Whether tracks are left by slippered feet or paw, evidenced by the odd night predatorwho seeks to find and follow unseen,Whether…
He Loved
He loved, and when he lovedIt was with complete submission, Unconditionally, full hearted,Unabashed, and with everyFiber of his being. Those he loved came first, above allWith no reservations, no hesitation,No second thought, no excuses,With no agenda.Those he loved were placed on a pedestal,Raised above and beyond where mere Acquaintance mingle. Where promises made Are kept…
One Wish
Gramma, If you only had one wish, what would it be, she asked?My mind immediately answered, to see, to hold, to talk with her Grampa again.As I thought about my answer tears began to form as they almost always do, I didn’t want to upset her, so I chickened out and said I didn’t know.I…
Into the West You Sailed
…And into the West you sailed, You boarded that great sailing ship, A ship that has no need of water to float, Nor winds to billow and blow, The mast stands unshaken by time and use, Unbent and un-wavered, but into the mists, Beyond the dark veil you sailed. As the ship slips between the…
The Rain
Rain drops on my roof, Tears on my face, Not because the rain Makes me sad, But reminds me of Times past we listened Together. Rain falling, wind blowing, Gentle thunder, a deep rumble In the distance both comforting And filled with melancholia, Which wraps around you In an empty embrace. Teardrops on my roof…
Split Second
For a split second you were here and alive again, For that split second, I could call you, I could talk with you, tell you good morning, to have a good day, and I love you. Just for a split second, and then it all came crashing Down on me, and in a split second…
What is Grief?
`What is grief? but the Tower that once stood tall and whole, That now implodes beginning to crumble and fall The very foundation split asunder, no longer able to Support what has been built with love and care. What is grief? but the shattered dreams dreamt Once upon a time that in taking shape from…
The Moon or Things That Make Me Smile
When you turn the corner and see the moon hanging High in the bright cloudless sky, Her reflected light which competes, With the far reach of the Sun, And Gossamer though she may appear, Her countenance defiantly shines. OR When you look to the sky on a clear cold night, And you see your breath-mist…
Horizons
The line recedes just out of reach Always moving away into the distance Seemingly just out of arms length No matter how long we pursue. The offing stretches out as far as can Be seen, where at the edge of the world Monsters lie in wait and warn the Wayward of their impending doom. As…
The Venus Mask
Into the mourning, she risesfrom morning to nightfrom the East to the West,endogenous aglow with refracted light.She slips beyond the imaginary lineto reappear bright and cheery,whether it is felt or shown or worn,whether or not she has a choice.Chained to her taskspinning and spun inreverse, West to East herstar will rise and fall,skirts a-swirl and…
Traditions
She often wondered about traditions what they were and who they were for. Were they for the living, or in memory of the dead? To which did they honor? What were their origins and how important are they really? There are the traditions that are passed down to us by our family, our ancestors and…
Things I Can’t Change
There are things I can’t change And things I never would, Things from the past, the present And what is yet to unfold. There are things I can’t change. Like the weather or time, The changing of seasons The rhythm and rhyme of A sunrise and sunset, Star bright and moon light. There are things…
Reticence
She sat quietly looking out the window of the bus. She was careful to keep her face blank of expression and avoided all eye contact with everyone hoping to discourage any form of communication. She was sure that if someone looked too closely, they would be able to see past her carefully placed mask, read…
The Christmas Gift
Once upon a time in a long-forgotten corner of an attic sat a child’s toy from many seasons past. It was tucked away behind boxes of bobs and forgotten treasures, hidden under a mountain of dust and a thick blanket of time. Painted on the sides of the curious box were images that had once…
The First Day
On the first day she sat by the window watching the caps atop the waves. A scene that was continually moving, shifting, churning the algae green and sandy browns against the rocks. The smell of the sea lifted in the drops upon the wind forming a mist that hung like a curtain where the water…