SEPARATE PATHS

the words ceased like the flame from a candle, once bright now a line of swirling gray smoke   the silence between them was unbalanced resembling the uncommon brick on the wall   each soul unprepared for despair or a miracle, summer or winter   but, it was trenched in cold, the autumn of rain … More SEPARATE PATHS

THERE BEFORE US

each year a roadside meadow bordered by stonewalls breathes a harvest of wild flowers and weeds sharing soil and space rain and wind seasons of change providing evidence of a glorious gift      

LEANING

darkness covers the linen of skin, folding over with day lost, the sky closes out   the feel of sun warm breezes surrender to shadows replacing colors with a flat gray like layers of curtains,   the first call of night leaning into stillness  

LIFE IN 15 LINES

Discovery of voice A print of oneself Black and white photos The shape of us Multiple shades and shadows Memory reflections Voices in the wall Reappearing seasons Reality to fiction Mirrors mark time Searching for the edge Discovering the unexpected One more length to go Prayers answered The other side

A CASUAL MOMENT

dragging the hand through freshly tilled soil stirs silent spirits to life, encouraging a closeness a purpose of being as the hand passes through previous millennial seasons each with a message of endurance and promise, impartial to flowers or weeds for this year or next  

THAT’S IT

Is it the end?   such a distance form what was the beginning   security stood close moving safely one way   avoiding corners unknown shadows selecting carefully common welcomes   now a glove is missing from the hand I knew   remembering the avenues we walked under curved boughs in all seasons speaking softly … More THAT’S IT

A MIRRORS VOICE

forgiveness looks back from the mirror with half smiles, like the lesser wings of angels   it’s the time lost, the unscheduled acts of life, trapped in water, with the allure of youth washed out in scars and wounds   wrinkles unstoppable speak a visible war of seasons in constant forward motion       … More A MIRRORS VOICE

ALL SEEING

The trees see everything observing the hunter and the prey   the fox pauses, his nose sensing the air then presses on as a rabbit holds court in silence   the ground is moist, below the surface winter retains its hold   twigs lay scattered from icy winds and leaves carpet the moss providing protection … More ALL SEEING

ALWAYS

That’s my star   seasons change alignment but its always there   night clouds hide its face thunderstorms try to wash it away but its still there   clear nights smile me wide within horizons depth standing in the usual place, its always there   security in my eyes faith in my heart, I look … More ALWAYS

WHY ME

The noise of previous shame arises without notice without explanation without a  name   it’s the bell that cannot be unrung the water that pushes us uphill   it compresses the heart with uncertain destiny releasing to the surface the dog days of every season   it takes great energy to suppress and smooth the … More WHY ME