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Saturday, March 16, 2013

My friend, time




gathered in the palm of my hands
with a warm embrace
my friend,  time.

she looked at me
and I asked her if she’d
sit with me awhile

she smiled
we found this bench
overlooking the ocean blue

next to me she sat
we could have talked
about what was, what is
or what is to be

but we were entranced
by the suns cape and
roar of the sea

 the waves would rise
to touch the sky as the
ocean breeze played
underneath the Ospreys wings

 the sun then winked
as it lay its head
on the azure bed

soon then, the lunar
beams kissing the sea
and stars competing for space

looked down at time
asked if she was ready to go
she smiled
…let’s sit here
a little while longer

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

do you read me



tender is the thought
that my words, you’ve read
have touched your heart
 
 
that the spirit of my song
has held a wind on your wings
and you dance with me
 
 
that you judge me not
for the words I do not use
or those I do, are no less of skill
at writing songs than yours
 
 
I notice you dance
with many who sing to you
 synchronize your words,
not missing a step while
sharing  each other’s verse
 
 
I see the beauty of an azalea
as I do in a daisy
a rose is no more beautiful
than a tulip
a cardinal to a robin
a maple to an oak
 
 
embracing each other creates
a lovely painting
all smile at each other
with loving grace
 
 
for all
are beautiful
on this canvas
they all have a 'say'
 
 

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Pray-tell



Oh pray-tell, what brings of this day,
a new nascence to my soul?
the new songs my friendly feathered
friends do sing about my window pane;
the wind  whistling  a Spring-like trend
a warm smile of the mother sun
in her yellow-gold apron delight,
earlier, doth arrive

pray-tell, of this also brings the wares,
the adornments of rainbow colors
sprinkled about the sleeping arboreal
and perennial cousins nesting at their feet;
 it brings the snorts and squeal of the cow moose,
the yawnings in the lions den,
the running of the salmon in the streams
 
pray-tell, will tiny heads pop up to peek
from their leaf covered terrestrial openings
where hibernation had taken place
and now it’s time to find blueberries
and acorns and grasses for roughage
then scurry to wrestle in the neighbors nest

pray-tell, this be the season of new borne
where the sounds of life abounds;
mountainous ravines have formed
where snow capped tops have morphed
into wild running rivers and the bear
has awaken to play to bathe and find
its meal

 pray-tell, all will cherish this new day
who walk along as lovers holding hands
barefoot in the grass and sand
music fills the air wher’st no room for anguish
and anger, graciousness showing to each other
the sounds of laughter, the sounds of care

pray-tell, pray-tell, pray-tell, tell me if you dare