promises ~

20 Friday Mar 2015

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bliss, faith, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, southern, spirit, truth, value

failing now
the chilly grip
of cold
the winter fingers
are warmed to life
by memories of spring
a blushing pink
umbrella
is refuge for the worn
while orchards wait
the hum of honeybees
nature wills
the letting go
with promises of time
as black
the berry wakes
beside the thorn

. . .

Author’s Note: The telling of Spring is everywhere this week. Just yesterday I pulled to the roadside and counted 24 deer in the field near my house. Sunlight sits in pools where ice has only recently melted, as babies remember the way back to places they’ve never been. *sigh*

. . .

known ~

18 Wednesday Mar 2015

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becoming, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wisdom, wonder

for every time
the times between
somehow
seem longer now
as years before
the winter came
to carry
ash before the first
to fall
snow white paper birds
are nestled there
words of
come to me
without a sound
the warmth that held
a waiting kiss
hands and hearts
and home
seeds
where once we planted
as blossom
we are known

. . .

another we ~

14 Saturday Mar 2015

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bliss, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, spirit, strength, truth, understanding

I’m the path
where least expected
you found your way
to home
trees the shade
of summer –
breath the same as wind
framed a certain
dreamer
starlight in my hair
to know
as you were knowing me
again

the best
of times
returning us
as cold hard earth beneath
the place you lay
your head
I keep my heart
pressed against the places
still as you were then
finding in a memory
another we
begin

. . .

the shores of just now ~

09 Monday Mar 2015

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becoming, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, old maps, passion, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering

twilight
and what has
this moment forsaken
a far distant
morning
as written to lace
with whispers
of where we might be
come forever
– out past the edge
of beginning
retraced

a heaven
relenting –
from shores of just now
ages
and when will I know
I am found
in the taste
of your telling –
the sweat of the night
reaching
beseeching us
one into light

. . .

the gift ~

05 Thursday Mar 2015

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becoming, conscious consciousness, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, spirit, understanding, wisdom

regardless the vow
of uncharted seasons
I cling to the stories
and wait
as the stars
another remember
for how I was knowing –
of light in the darkness
a moment
not far

from the first
I was given
the gift of one more
truth
when promise
was known not to wait
arms reaching softly
to places unseen
words without need
– a lifetime
to say

. . .

leaves of marigold ~

05 Thursday Mar 2015

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bliss, breath, destiny, faith, fearless, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, passion, reason, southern, spirit, wisdom, wonder

graces
drift a winter home
snowflakes dance about
caught in ancient webs
of holding on
a lover’s breath
reminds the earth
of hope – a sweeter spring
familiar lust
as blossoms yet asleep
wrapped in leaves
of marigold –
november warned about
a sudden chill
and paths of
silent white

. . .

separate dreams ~

03 Tuesday Mar 2015

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becoming, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, old maps, reason, spirit, strength, understanding, wandering, wisdom

worry not
for yesterdays
we passed without a word
or nights
beyond the reach
of separate dreams
roads
where none
have journeyed
backward into this
to find anew
the reason
we remain

. . .

loves me ~

02 Monday Mar 2015

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becoming, bliss, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, fearless, grace, home, knowledge, life, living, love, old maps, passion, poetry, sometimes, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering

echoes
of once a voice
I cherished –
proof that he was
more than words
to a page
ink
where my wishes
dried into others
nights where I fit
a pillow to lay
dreams
of beginning –
a poem relearned –
softly to falling
as whisper
to light

. . .