Poems

a quiet heart
calls to you
in mending fences
before you go
into greener pastures
where dawn and dusk meet
married to the land
never suffer again
most notable noble friend
the farm without harm holy
destiny dawning
soulfully
finding the way solely
pitching the hay
tending the day
catching a ray
till the night
falls with stars etched silver-white
cascading above brilliant bright
let new beginnings pardon fears
a candle lit forever dear
venture forth with blessings
most loving and sincere.

I love you more with each passing hour
I love you more than I can say
I love your beauty and your power
from the night unto the day
if only you would understand
the need to bring my love to light
and hurl misfortune out of sight
to hold your hand tonight
under a blanket of silver white stars
that I might caress your cheek
and tell you all the feelings
inspired when you speak
it doesn’t matter what we say
but how it’s really said
even sadness is okay
if love is meant.

ice-capped grounds
whistling winds wreck a whipped white world
as winter’s presence pounds
through the villages to the out-skirts of towns
northern snow and ice make their rounds
tree limbs blown with blustery swirling gusts
a frigid force is found
underneath it all snow boldly becomes the ice
to quench a thirst
to slowly weep
forever fast the snowy banks are buried deep
abandoned branches hold their breath
can barely speak
as tears turn frost upon the bark
remarkable how lovely are the trees
welcoming the holidays with hope and joy and peace
yet
a moment of silence for the homeless and the weak
a silent prayer for those too humbled lost and meek
for those remaining nameless sleeping in the park,
to hide from the hardened wind to shiver in the dark.

in the course of mighty rivers
the river has a bend
to follow with leaps and bounds
to shiver near the end
splashes lap into the bath
that cradles in the curves
and never was a broken heart
spoken so disturbed
in worlds apart
the eagle darts
high above the mountain top
as just below in virgin snow
the river flows to paradise
forgiving the bold cold current
suffers in silence in timeless water
racing through the channel
more than tributaries can handle
to be as fishes swim
and none shall take part
in a whim
all may be lost a losing game too grim
without the love of him
he loves you like a Goddess
where all is right and well in the world
and though his love is modest
he’s the boy so filled with promise
you’re his girl you are loved
as the olive branch is coveted by the dove.

a gentle spirit met
the goose who laid the golden egg
try as she tried to repair and alter
the goose could do nothing but
ponder her falter
and could not fly from
the pond
yet was so fond
of the visits of the spirit
and the readings on her palm
never to fear it
oh but to hear it!
that boisterous prophet again
that happy go lucky friend
days went by then weeks
the spirit had gone with a seek
the goose cried and cried to
be left in the dregs
when the duck said
don’t you worry-she’ll
be back for the egg.

he earth beneath her feet will lead
to compromise the concrete street
wether a mindset accepts the
sunset where work set separate
departmentalized

trauma witnessed
she must let go of it to live a comfortable life
more than exist she must insist for an
unspoken privacy

existential essential filled with
potential
alerted to darkness
of those innocuous-she exquisitely
holds her ground

a peace and a promise to listen
in silence
the feedback surprisingly sound
her face like a fresco
beauty in her shoulders and elbows

I’d like to share some chilled Pellegrino, sit around talking about our
passed lives on ships
set out to sea.

rain upon the window pane
wind blows the weather vane
stepping stones the slate is cold
all signs point to this way home
trees surround the leaf strewn ground
birds have flown somewhere south
the hurricane brings much doubt
east coast beaches will not rest
red flags across the chest
seagulls fly in circles rapid woe
angels watching over
waves spill
close for an insecure shore
as dare devils couldn’t ask for more
the less I know of love
the more I love to know
the moon
becoming full
almost disappears
a simple silver sickle
whispers in whimpers of winter.

love revolves
the earth around the sun
profound
upon the ruthless rigorous rain as rainbows shine in the light of day
an ocean belonging to the foam
race waves forward
shores brace for storms late in season swept away the kelp and brine
to harbor relic ships tied to
rocks jut out by the jetty,
erodes the roads to pristine ivory sands
in a pitch so high the angry waters thrash-then without delay-recede
as if to die-the delirious flails
send a simmered tepid wind

to touch her soul, to say I’m
sorry, relieve this ancient child
that sees her in a
delicate light-I am
grateful for her, she is
luminescent
a star before the dawn
in a translucent sky
the marvel of sparkle
in her eyes.

she feels a lonely distance
brought to bear
to wend the road to pass along
the lady gives her 
jacket
to some homeless motherless son
she walks the many miles
till the light of day is done
she has gone beyond
her woes
heroic her story
golden as the sun in fairest glory
excited by the night that brings
the morn
in contemplation
jovial
to know her mind
life may be as kind
as a bird in flight
at dawn.

sat on the front stoop tonight
an itsy bitsy spider crawled across the edge of an icy snow bank
at the top of the stairs-
so small delicate this black tiny creature-
it was making its way towards me-
it was running out of snow to cushion its crawl
walking on thin ice,
did the spider just come from a place
so much bigger than itself?
so huge in diameter it had to get away?
enveloped on the cold shoulder of expectation,
bewildered by extreme forces-
fleeing for its freedom
and crying for that reason
i tapped my finger on the cedar plank
just before the spider melded into my shadow
danger danger was the meaning of my vibration
do not take another step do not tarry
the little black dot stopped dead on the lumber not knowing which way to turn-
i realized my tremendous power lording over this helpless little being
i did not like nor want this power
i moved myself out of the shadow
away from the spider in it’s silent stunning fear-
i walked away leaving the spider to fend for itself
it must have been a baby spider-so small-instinctual-
yet what are we but essences of a larger portrait
hanging onto the bigger picture in our busy stunning lives
moving our arms and legs as fast as we can
in hopes
to avoid
the end of time.