Ashen World

From a distance it nears

Falling in silence 

Quiet breath overpowers

Snow at this time of year

I touch the softness

resting upon the ground

It does not melt

Mixed Messages

What is it?

Are you waiting 

to read the tea leaves?

Can you not read 

the lines in your palms?

What are the trees telling you 

in the movements

of their bare branches?

This is the sign.

The Gods favor you.

You know what the ancients said 

about those the Gods favored.

We mourn our youth unknowingly.

over the hills

fire or dawn

growing close

Who Will Take me Home

If I can still myself

will I find the peace

that's eluded me

Can I sleep and

wake up rested 

without a worry

This gift given without 

desire is the only one

that matters to me

I close my fists

and grasp the water

to come up empty again

Are these words enough

It shouldn't matter 

if it's all I have

Will the wind carry you

or will time take you home

Where and When

Open the door and look inside.

Are they still sleeping?

Are you still dreaming?

Where have I seen this before?

I do not recognize the call

coming through the trees

Who are they looking for

Will they hear this

ears perk at

the sound of 

a breaking twig

danger

or nothing

Bright light breaking through the curtains

Such good fortune to be here once more

We will try again 

That much I know to be true

The Search

You who were lost

is seeking

Searching the nights

and days

for the wordless form

within

Lost and Found

what is this memory

breaching the surface

of the present 

a face 

an evening

a place

two people lost

desperately

trying to be found

Summer is here

in all but name.

Warmth behind

the curtain.

Sunlight

upon the house.

Beyond Time

Dreams passed down across generations

persisting beyond a mere lifetime

Gazing to the skies

Such unoriginal creatures

Dreaming of a world beyond heaven

Waves of green rustling

in the May morning.

Where is the robin going?

The Now

First

there was the word

Then

there was the action

Finally 

there was now

Creation

How lonely

were the gods

that the needed

to create us?

This Life

The minutes

The hours

The days

The nights

The weeks

The months

The seasons

The years

Be patient

Be impatient

Know when

to be one

or the other

Lingering cold breath

Your waiting is not in vain 

Buds will be in bloom 

Wake

What happened

What broke

between then and now

How does a heart break

How does a soul mend

How far is a mind stretched

It's been a long time

since he broke your heart

since he broke your life

since everything broke

since almost everyone left

We are self-centered creatures

getting on with our days-

lives and memories

lost in our wake

Spring

Just before dawn

I heard their voices

singing before fluttering

away to other branches

Beaming sun

streaming through 

my window

Green buds

readying

for life

First Thought

Dreams have departed

at dawn's light

First thought-

is this it?

or is it this?

No, it must

be this.

White Ocean

A white ocean

spreading silently 

over the forest

Hoof prints reveal 

The unseen 

visible 

Every Step

every step moves me forward

to a non-existent destination

move move move

I keep moving

until at last

I stop

by the minute

Traveling 

by the minute

into the future

This moment

becomes ash

carried by wind

 With you I have the world. 

 Transition from reality.

The Rhythm

We move together through the days and nights

reaching the realm of sleep to renew ourselves

Morning comes again and we begin anew the 

routine of our daily lives to make ends meet

Finding meaning can be a struggle for many

We find it and change our minds and find it 

There is truth in the rhythm of the seasons

There is truth in the days and the nights

There is truth in the routine of our days

Wisdom and Courtesy

 We are all sitting around at the end of the day,

Or the start of morning, getting older, hopefully wiser,

And musing upon days past and those to come. 

 

Sunrise reveals all hidden by the night.

Light can only fall upon the soul that allows it.

I have pried myself upon on the altar of my mistakes.

 

My youth was too ignorant and prideful.

Even now, I wonder if I have truly learned anything.

I hold on to what I must and discard the rest.

 

I don’t blame you for letting me go.

Please allow me the same courtesy.

 

 

darkness has fallen

trees rooted firmly in place

no thaw until spring

At The Beginning

The sunrise

The yawns

The coffee

       warm and good

The silence 

       of morning

The body

       at rest now moves

The cycle

       complete

                       another

            begins