Posted in life, Seasons on January 31, 2011| 1 Comment »
When the shadow dies
I mourn each season
the tree must endure.
As the winter sun hides,
without buds or leaves,
there is no allure.
There are no shadows
till the sun comes up.
Then they lay elongated
on snow covered gardens.
A mere reflection of
some former life,
like a silhouette
of black lace.
The barren tree cries out,
“For now I sleep.
In springtime I
will show my face.”
Posted in life on January 28, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Flooded with visions
like rain in April.
Scatter your vessels
and sit at the table.
Gather as much as
you possibly can,
before it dissolves
and turns into sand.
There could be a drought
in this heady kingdom.
Draw from the well,
not lacking in wisdom.
Remember in April you’ll
be flooded with rain,
Again and again and
again and again.
Posted in Seasons on January 28, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Locked within a
warm cocoon,
cuddled with
blankets of glaring
white snow.
Days spent staring
at a beauty all beings
deserve to know.
If I desired I could
touch the moon.
But I prefer
watching the silent
snowflake ballet, just
outside my room.
Posted in general on January 26, 2011| Leave a Comment »
If a poem
doesn’t speak
to you, move
on to the next.
I write of trees
and oceans,
My heart is
in the text.
I’m not sure
where it comes from.
I’m pushed from
inside out.
A primal intervention,
I really would not doubt.
But somewhere deep inside,
I feel some other force.
Like pearls along the tide,
the poem takes it’s course.
Posted in life on January 18, 2011| 1 Comment »
Don’t you hate your Dark Side,
The shadow self you so dislike?
Don’t you wish it was out of sight?
Instead it shows up,
More than you would like.
We all have Dark, and
Abundance of Light.
The constant fight
Of black vs. white.
Sometimes stop and look within.
Try to make things right.
Your shadow self is
Neither yang, nor yin.
Just the other side of Light.
Posted in life on January 18, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Edgeless patterns of light,
Rooted at the Shore.
Reflections of a life
So timid, yet
Poised to soar.
Posted in Seasons on January 14, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Ivy in the dead of winter
Clinging to the warm brick wall.
Begging for a chance to enter,
Or stay until you hear the call
From one that brings
You to the center
Of Spring fortelling
Summer, then Fall.
Posted in nature, Seasons on January 14, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Mountains emerge out of
A crystal cold lake,
So brilliant, it almost hurts.
I squint my eyes.
Clusters of powder perched
On evergreens below
The icy blue skies.
Pillows of White
Where Spring beneath lies.
Posted in nature on January 14, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Ice builds on the edge
Of glass windows,
That try in vain
To keep her warm.
Wind whistling
Through the pane.
Whispering softly,
It’s eerie song.
Posted in life on January 1, 2011| Leave a Comment »
She lies in the wake of a 60’s dream,
Where a Beatle cries,
And the young girls scream.
A President dies.
It must be a dream,
Where it rains every day,
From April to November.
That’s when she lost Jean.
It’s so hard to remember.
All she feels is the tempo,
Of a tinkling tambourine.
Songs of War,
Songs of Peace,
In the wake of a 60’s dream.
Wading Place Path 