Questioning

Pelted with cumbersome questions

The answers that come are reluctant

And so guesses entrance our senses

With stray murmurs that float like smoke

To map our reality until our lives

Become as dense as cement.

 

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Change

Change is inevitable,

Be it good or bad.

Sometimes it’s laughable,

Other times sad.

 

Change can bring strife

To send us down on one knee.

Or it gives us new life,

And fills us with glee

 

Change can come in disguise

And might force us to bend.

But a word to the wise,

Life’s changes never end.

An Opposite Day

Today is one of those days

When the sky is dark as night.

I would rather stay asleep

But, my mind is wide awake.

And so, I take my pencil out

To release the words within.

For writing always lifts me up

And never lets me down.

Butterfly

The egg, a tiny dot so small

Grows to burgeon for its beginning.

Yet waits its time and considers all

Of the aspects of its envisioning.

 

Then insignificant as she seems

Caterpillar creeps and crawls along

Consuming greens to store for dreams,

She moves in silence, for she sings no song.

 

When she feels she has had her fill

She stops to stretch upon a stem

And cloaks herself in softened silk

That hardens to harbor her from all storms.

 

Within the confines of her shadowed shell

Caterpillar surrenders to alteration.

Using the vision that did foretell

Her future forecast in apparition.

 

Butterfly emerges during the months of Spring

And once she is dry from the warmth of Sun,

She performs her dance on petite petal wings

To share with the world her concluded conception.

 

And so it’s the same with humankind

By using their knowledge of present and past,

They nurture their notions that come to mind

Then share the creations they strive to amass.

Everything is Possible

Everything is possible,

There is no need to fear,

Take a ride in the dark

For the stars will shine clear.

Open closed windows

To lay bare your heart,

Paint your world with all colors

But, leave out black and grey.

For everything is possible.

Just let the wind steer your way.

Feel the mist of spring showers

Cleanse those visions of dread.

Smell the sweet scent of the flowers

Wrapping the road up ahead.

For everything is possible

Leave the cruel storms behind,

Let the sun light your day.

Clasp hands with your dream

To keep it clear in your mind.

For everything is possible

Let your dreams take you away.

Once More

Once more the world has turned
And to the silver shine of daylight I rise 
To sit in the solitude of silence.
The dark brown brew with its aroma
That brims the top of the smooth ceramic cup 
Warms my hands as I leisurely sip its magic
That seeps surreptitious to my mind to clear
The dimming dust of the long night’s dreams
Working to make clear my thoughts that turn
Towards the hours that stretch before me
Until my mind surveys the view of new
Yet still unknown adventures ahead
Along a path that is scattered with tasks 
That might hasten the hours to tick the time
That will lead me along to attend life’s journey.
Until unwilled, the world will once more turn
To meet yet again another star filled nightfall.

Marching Into Spring

It is difficult to express the extent of my happiness that the month of February is behind us for another year.  Although it is the shortest of calendar months, I always feel that it is the longest in time. For me, this squeezed in month of days feels like an entire month of Mondays.

While March still brings cold weather and snow, it also brings the first day of spring.  More than the first day of January, the twenty or twenty-first day of March gives me a feeling of a new year. Spring is a time of new beginnings. The earth awakens from its long winter’s sleep to stretch and sigh, and yes, occasionally it hits the snooze alarm. While that is sometimes frustrating, we must remember that it is only a snooze.  With spring comes the song of birds from the very tiny to the larger geese, ducks, and swans.  They build their nests in preparation for raising new families. The trees begin to dress in tiny buds along their stems, like pulling on their undergarments before they deck out to full dress.  The longer days shed sun to warm the earth and flowers pop their heads out of the rich soil to add color to the awakening world.  Snow gives way to snow and melts the ice of ponds and streams. Wind raises waves across the lake and brings winter’s deadfall that will feed the fire of summer’s bonfires along with the larger logs that will serve as new seats where we will sit watch the sailboats skim the edge of the horizon. 

Yes, March brings spring with the promise of new beginnings, of new hope, and new goals. It is my time to celebrate!

Restoration

I come to sit

            In the Sacred Circle.

In solitude

            I seek, I meditate,

I explore my Soul

            To eradicate

The structures within

            That seek to restrict

The path set before me.

 

In my mind’s eye I wander

       Through the past

Of vast wastelands

       To seek the old bones

That feel smooth to the touch,

       Yet, are solid as stone.

Though bleached white with time,

       They send shadowed reflection,

Like faint ripples that shimmer

       To seem silver in sand.

 

I set to the task

            To gather together

Each piece important

            To the whole.

I lay them bare before me

            Building from the beginning

To complete the circle,

            To restore the old life

To regain the new.

            For in the continuing circle

There is no end.

Angel of Destiny

The moon was big and bright

That first night you came to me.

At first, you gave me such a fright

My first instinct was to flee.

 

You talked in riddles, nothing clear.

I thought you were insane.

Though only words I felt vague fear,

And you did not give your name.

 

I wanted to listen to my inner voice

That told me, “Get out of there”.

But destiny stopped me from that choice

To leave would mean despair.

 

My heart so fast began to beat

As your words sparked sense anew.

Old duties that I dare not cheat

To all others I must be true.

 

Then you gave me something solid

A symbol shining in my dream.

Amongst other visions horrid

This could only reign supreme.

 

So many questions filled my mind

The answers I needed to know.

But you had left me far behind

And I did not hear you go.

 

I was not really hurt or angry

Being farther than when I began.

You were an angel of destiny

And I am sure we’ll meet again.

Always…

For a time, you will be on your own

But there is nothing for you to fear,

You are never completely alone;

You need only call my name

For I am always here.

 

In the dark of night,

When your demons try to roam,

And you need to see a light;

You need only call my name

For I am always there.

 

When the road before you stretches far,

To make your dreams seem out of reach;

It does not matter where you are,

You need only call my name

For I am always everywhere.

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