11 Sunday Jul 2021
age is suited
perfectly
to take the last of me –
a willing breath
wreaks of summertime
memories of all
everything
I came to find
pieces stitched together
let undone
who will notice
who will claim
mercies more than doubt
of days before
the end was known –
places dreamed about
who shall mourn
as nights grow long –
the pastures dressed
in snow
who will speak my name
aloud –
when the ground is
hard and cold
. . .
28 Monday Sep 2020
Posted in home, Poetry, spirituality
Tags
chance, destiny, echoes, holding you here, life, love, memory, places we have loved, seasons, spirit, time, winter
are there days
when you are haunted
whispers to your heart –
a melody you gave to me
so long ago
echoes through the winter
where once you gave it reign
without a thought
to losing all
you know
are there mornings
folded soft
against the certainty of time
a sunrise burning hot
against your soul
. . .
30 Monday Dec 2019
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling
Tags
another time, home, letting go, life, love, memory, reasons, remembrance, spirit, spring, time, truth, winter
I asked you once to come –
when winter was melted
as petals pushed forward
to remember
the home
I described for you
in the silver convergence
of dreams
I asked you come
to stay beyond
leaving
one more time
to hold me together
through another
letting go
I asked you to come
but now –
recalling
has lessened the reasons
for wanting you here
when spring
is returning
– and the winter
so fond in remembrance
has left me
to go
where once I begged you
to come
. . .
03 Thursday Jan 2019
Posted in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality, Uncategorized
Tags
acceptance, aging, christmas, comfort, death, forgotten, grief, life, love, nature, seasons, time, voice, winter
was a time
I might have fretted –
December days
without a call
a moment of concession
longing miles –
none at all
with a whisper of
remember me
another place
where time began
how funny now
my grieving weighs
each start to start again
January soon will pass
within a numbered
swell of tides
to ease the ache
of missing –
a voice
where love
abides
. . .
03 Monday Dec 2018
Posted in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality
Tags
blessing, goodbye, gratitude, kiss, living, love, nature, one more everything, poet, poetry, promise, seasons, time, winter, wishes
for another day
a lifetime rent –
for wishes undenied
one last kiss –
one verse upon my brow
too many more
than I endured
to save for any less –
the way I came
much sweeter than before
I only dreamed
to finish here –
until the dying came
until my waiting freed
one more goodbye
– will then I dare
remembrance
of things I might have changed
had winter passed
with not so harsh
a claim
. . .
12 Monday Nov 2018
how long I’ve spent
in looking back
to a place just out of view
to years before
I counted –
a time before I knew
of light
by shadows mingled
lanterns along my spine
wonder held in boxes
– for a moment
all was mine
as stardust into
wishes –
a promise yet to keep
snow became a lover
– dreamed me back
to sleep
. . .
19 Friday Jan 2018
Posted in Poetry, Storytelling
what willing spring
shall flutter
as leaves into a stream
to take away
the chill that wears my bones
what blossom
yet imagined
is tempted from the seed
to right the window sill
inside my home
what memory
shall warm me –
as places I have known
a breath of everything I love
when all the rest are gone
. . .
31 Tuesday Dec 2013
Posted in Poetry
Tags
bliss, cherokee, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, knowledge, life, love, nature, new again, passion, poetry, postmark, restless, southern, spirit, truth, understanding, winter, wisdom, wonder
tiny pearls
were wishes made
one night before the summer
was rained upon
the meadow –
let me in
whispering a story
lived I not for long
chances took
and I am here
again
silent
spools the ruby red
feathers to the limb
while just a bit
aways
the blue
becomes
resolved to something
bigger
floating to the ground
swept beneath
the sleeping winter
dawn
. . .
18 Thursday Jul 2013
Posted in folklore, Poetry, Storytelling
Tags
becoming, birth, bliss, cherokee, connection, faith, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, memory, nature, old maps, reason, restless, seasons, signs, spirit, spirituality, spring, strength, winter, wisdom, wonder
who are you
the winter cried –
as green began to gather
taken by surprise
his woolen cloak
who are you
to come for me –
robbing me of stories
white as comfort
lay atop the sheets
who are you
with sharpened bill
to bury in my bosom –
left of times before
one seed remained
a messenger
of almost light –
December
freed of fortunes
now to break me open
with your sun
who are you
to find me here –
knowing (as you know)
tears already melted
– rivers
wear my name
. . .
03 Monday Dec 2012
Posted in Poetry
Tags
becoming, connection, grace, life, love, nature, passion, reason, seasons, seeds, spirit, spirituality, time, truth, understanding, wandering, winter
november
barely made a hush
when passed outside my door
as traces
of the winter
tempted me
quiet slept
wrapped in snow –
somewhere near the road
but further from the world
than needed be
to see the stars
they aren’t the same
as bright from near the city
I wonder sometimes
lately what you know
magic flies
the liquid night –
on wings of never touching
luna does her best
to stay away
press my words
against the cold –
wherever love is still
wondering the reasons
we were come
just beyond the promise
where spring
her wait is done –
seeds of our november
yet to bloom
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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