Seeds plantedGerminatedFresh green cotyledonBreaking through soilBursting with possibilityVoid of disease, destructionFacing the sunlightUsing their chlorophyllto pull energy from the sunCreating more lifeHuman babiesNewbornsVoid of wounds, mishaps, diseaseAlive with anticipationOpen and acceptingTurning towardThe light of love From the worldWe who witness the potentialGrow Full of excitementWhile harboring fearKnowing Perfect does not lastSuffering happensPossibilities do notGuarantee achievementsButContinue reading “Potential”
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Ageless Spirit
The concert hall is bulgingWith silver, grey, white, and bald headsMixed with a few scattered brunettes and blondesThe air is electric with anticipationConversations fill the theaterLike a bowl of Rice KrispiesStrangers connectingSharing storiesOf how Tom’s musicHas impacted their livesPeople recall the details Of a showSome fifty years pastWith smiles adorning their facesIt could be thoughtAllContinue reading “Ageless Spirit”
A Lesson from the Eclipse
Fear crosses our pathsUninvited, unwelcomeIt can block our lightObscure our dreamsInsidiously it moves acrossOur beingRaces our heartConstricts our throatsAt its heightIt seems to obliterate our dreamsBut stay present.Even when all hope seems lostWhen the shadow of that fearCovers over the light of your dreamsStay present.Look into that fearAnd noticeThere is still lightOur dreamsSend out light,Continue reading “A Lesson from the Eclipse”
In the Shadow
The path of the moonAs it travels across The life-sustaininggaseous orbis rivetingas the black archcuts away the edge of the orange globethen, like molasses on a cold winter dayit travels onuntil totally obscuring the SunMid-day brilliance turns to duskHats are donnedJackets pulled closeAs the mercury plungesThere is mystery hereCausing silence amongstThose gathering in this nestInContinue reading “In the Shadow”
Bearing Witness
Puffed outto retain warmthSpring colors emergingClustering at the feedersBeside squirrelsRed onesGrey onesAnd birds of all colorsSizes and shapesSimilar in their billowing feathersConstructed to maintain heatAdding beauty DelightAnd entertainmentOn this blizzard-likeApril day.They endure adaptand survivethey enchantenthrall and enhancethe wintry landscapetheir exquisite plumage on displayas they displaceeach otheron the preferred feederthe one protected by the eavesBraving theContinue reading “Bearing Witness”
Broken
The pine treesBecame carnageBattered by the windUnder the weight of the spring snowFoundation weakened by the soft ground beneathThey lie at roadsidePilons showing work had been begunDedicated teamsWorking day into nightClearing the roadsAllowing traffic to movePiles of broken branchesSawed off trunksAwaiting their sentenceAfter succumbing to the stormThey fell without respect For the surface belowThe watersContinue reading “Broken”
Surprise!
Is it truly less beautifulIn March?The flakes are hurtling through the airCovering the land with fullers whiteEach flake a crystalline work of artReady to sacrifice self as it is joins with othersCreating a snowy comforter atop the land.The spring birdsCluster at the feedersLooking for protectionAnd sustenanceOnly their hunger couldCoerce me out on this blustery morningCladContinue reading “Surprise!”
There Comes a Time
There comes a timeTo move with graceful tempoUnhurriedEnjoying each stepAs life’s journey Beckons you forth. There is wisdomThere is beautyTo be seen, held, and respected.Life meanders at its own paceIrrespective of the speedand pounding of our footfallsWe cannot grab moreBy rushing.As we saunter Along forest’s pathLet us take notice ofThe snow dropsThe tiny red budsContinue reading “There Comes a Time”
Dancing in the Wind
It soundsLike a freight trainRumbling down the steel railsCrossing the countryI hear the ramping upAnd the whispering waneAs the wind Traverses the woodsThe trees,Over a hundred feet tallSwayBack, forthLeft, rightCircling Each to their own musicThey arch and spiralWith the wind Not fighting itJust playfully wavingIt is curious.They are all confinedWithin the same atmospheric conditionsThe gustsContinue reading “Dancing in the Wind”
Friction Creates Strength
From the silver bunAtop her dainty, thoughtful faceTo her rhythmic feetDancing as one On the spinning wheel pedalShe enters into the work of creationShe plants seeds of tomorrowAs she tends to sheepGrazing in the meadowOthers shear them for herUnder her watchful eye, I imagineRaw, washed woolFills her basket nowLying in bunchesIt looks like matted clumpsContinue reading “Friction Creates Strength”
Crumbs for the Journey 