Rush

Fallowing gold,

Leaves shiver upon the bow,

As Autumn approaches in a silent rush.

August River

Fog rolling in on a mid August river,

With herons and gulls floating low overhead.

A hazed orange sun hangs suspended in a slow inevitable drop,

And drips upon the water in a golden tear.

A breath, a whisper, the future, forever.

This moment is all and none. 

The Road

Dusty road and sun,

Stretch out for miles before us.

Brand new rings for show,

On fingers too young.

But life calls and hope persists.

Dumb young love sails on. 

Photo Credit: Bo Bartlett

Fawn

The mother deer is weeping for her fawn,

Murdered upon the pavement.

Struck by a car yesterday because,

The driver figured it was no great loss. 

Sprawled on the side of the road,

In a beautiful forever repose.

Life was short,

But I've a hunch, worthwhile. 

Photo Credit: Pinterest

Summer Storm, Rolling In

I watched a summer storm roll in...

Lightening strikes near by in the quickly seceding sky,

The river water is choppy,

And a little girl swings higher, 

Than she's ever gone before.

The whispering trees shiver with dark blue behind them,

Thunder rumbles.

Skin pricks up in the presence of gathering electricity, 

And the sun dies for an afternoon.

A pure white gull circles in protest,

The wind is crying rain.

Mountainous black clouds roil over the horizon,

And a single gasp signals the plunge. 

Photo Credit: Pinterest

Sea and Stars

We are oceans and stars colliding.

Deep and dark...full of regrets,

Lofty and sparkling...with endless infinity. 

Photo Credit: Pinterest

Waves

The waves envelope me...completely and utterly,

But I do not fear them.

Instead I embrace the comfort of deep blue,

Strong rushing arms and the silence whisper...

                                                             ...

...of fathoms upon fathoms to hold me. 

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Death on the Road

I met death today,

Standing on the side of the road.

He looked at me with eyes of amber,

And said "I'm not here for you."

Instead "The World is so beautiful...

That I take just one moment to experience it.

So when it's all over I can remind man,

Why life was worth while. 

Photo Credit Pinterest 

European Summer

Europe, last day here.

I walked to a grocery store,

And basked in late sun. 

Photo Credit: Pinterest

Applesauce

My mother made applesauce,

With fruit fresh from the tree.

Crisp and biting the smell conjured up,

The season's makeup in a moment.

Golden leaves 

and ghostly branches,

The old river 

and Thanksgiving Day.

Moth balled sweaters, 

Hot chocolate foam.

Bright white full moons and 

the cozy shuttering of windows.

...

Warm gloves,

Dried root cellar vegetables,

Window frost,

...

A breezy afternoon full of colors 

and the rain.

The apples filled the kitchen with a warm whispering steam,

And my nose itched from spices and soap.

Those were the happiest days,

Applesauce days...

...mid Autumn. 

Photo Credit: Jean Smith - Pinterest

Ghost

I 

enjoy

existing 

as  

a 

ghost

but,

occasionally, 

I 

would 

like 

to 

meet 

someone

who

sees

spirit

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Poet's Mind

I've a poet's mind, 

In a body burdened by the modern ideal. 

Rather...

Give me ocean waves and garden paths,

Give me dappled sun and love that lasts.

A swallow's call in the early morn,

And the sweet silence of a summer's eve.

The salt of rain upon my brow, 

And star filled midnights that breath a wish.

A blade of grass and spider's web,

The heartbeat of a love beneath my ear.

The gentle rise of a soft red sun,

The sudden rupture of a silent storm.

A whispered poem and dew dappled lawn,

And the first breath of Spring within long waiting lungs. 

Give me the world in all its minute,

For my mind is made of existence and moments most dear. 

Photo Credit: Pinterest

The Hush

The hush of a college commons,

Late on a Wednesday night. 

Is held by steady breathing, 

And the soft falling snow outside.

A world of its own making,

Made up of quite minds. 

A feeling of focused melancholy,

And the anticipation of homebound trips.

A week before Christmas break,

A holy calm ensues.

The hush of a college commons,

Filled with the hopeful few. 

Photo Credit: Art Station (pinterest)

Summer and Autumn

Autumn's glassy fingers have come over the sun,

And rush to wave good bye

To his love, the Summer, as she slips away.

Allow them an embrace of chilly warmth at the horizon.

Summer flees the chill of her love,

Though his embrace is crisp and dear of old.

A parting caress is all she can give his cheek - stay...

"Until next year my beloved."

Photo Credit: Vincent Mallie

Winter Mist

Morning mist on a February day.

Floats in the air like a bride's gauzy vail,

And strings glittering dew on the tall silent grass.

A soft blanket for winter's spring. 

Photo Credit: Pinterest

Static Hair

Static hair prickly and dry,

Stands out wide and stands up high.

Charged with a bolt conducted by me,

I hold on for a moment then set it free.

Wild as the wind it shoots off a far,

To burn down a tree or leave a scar.

Or maybe just maybe it will find me a friend,

And we'll be linked by lightening end to end.

Photo Credit: Tulpa on Pinterest

Summer Sky

The sky is endless,

Utterly blue white and warm.

Oh to get lost underneath it,

To travel forever and always feel at home. 

Photo Credit: Pinterest

Late Summer Fire

Late summer fire,

Golden glow in shadowy relief,

Dances like a satyr to the pipes low tune.

Magic within its embers,

They speak of long ago whispers and revelry.

Spirits in the sparks,

Are they sparks or fireflies?

Enclosed by chilly air but burning and alive,

Flickering on the fingers of the wind ancient and conspiratorial.

Titania's maids tumble around the flames.

Summer nearly over but clinging to life till the last.

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Summer Night

Satin blue sky,

Envious hue.

Crystal white porch lights,

Hanging like garland out of season.

A dark endless night, 

Hiding love and mystery.

Distant talking tv,

Soft chatter of mother's voice. 

Father sleeps,

Dreams in his head like restless fireflies.

Headlights approach gone in an instant,

A perfect warm darkness.

Chapter's starting page,

Feet on the sill.

Out into the night I look,

Bugs buzz for all they're worth...summer.

Photo Credit: Artful Home

I Love You More - Sanctity of Human Life Day 2022

In honor of Sanctity of Human Life Day
and in memory of the estimated 62 million lives lost to abortion. 

The sun is bright and the day is new,

You know me and I know you.

Hello little one what a bright smile,

Innocent and pure without any guile.

Little child how sweet you are,

Your spirit is bright as a shining star.

Bubbly and vibrant spilling over with joy,

It takes the heart with an easy ploy.

My sweet child I created you by hand,

Imagined you wonderfully perfectly planned.

An image of me but so preciously dear,

Cling to me child you've nothing to fear.

Little one I've known you ever so long,

I formed you with joy and a triumphant song.

I knit you together with careful craft,

I smiled so wide when I first heard you laugh.

I created your smile your heart and your hands,

Gave you a future and planned big plans.

My own little child a creation so dear,

Never forget that I am always near.

I love you my child without any doubt,

Now go and speak it from the roof tops shout.

Know in your mind your heart and your core,

You're my child and I love you more.

     

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