
A bluebird’s morning,
a runner’s eye turning.
Just in time to see,
perched in the barren tree .
@ 2018 CMM

A bluebird’s morning,
a runner’s eye turning.
Just in time to see,
perched in the barren tree .
@ 2018 CMM

lilacs give to me your ardor
Passed among the blooms
Sweet smell of heavens loan
Briefly here and gone too soon
@2018 CMM
It was a loaf of bread,
a gift of love.
She struggled to say,
it is all I have.
Times were hard,
her family at risk.
She came to dinner,
from a dark abyss.
Picked as a flower
from spring she left.
Stormed in the winds
and soon was adrift.
It was a loaf of bread,
it was all she had.
she asked please
take it; quietly cried.
Copyrighted: 2018 CMM Publishers

Blue moon and light of night
Coupled together just in sight
As Spring breaks from winter
As the cold still splinters
Heavy the air of fog and ice
seasons change the moon came twice
Silently I sit and listen
to morning signs, and sky still glistens.
Copyrighted ; 2018 CMM

The Dragon Caper
I run in flight
to get out of sight.
As the dragon and me
often flee
to my room all quiet.
He keeps through the night
safely and warm
always from harm
My dragon and me …
copyright , CMM. 2018

Tempest ages of tales from lofts
of organs and replicas of saints.
Covered icons to express a time
quiet memories of prayers unsaid.
Whispered among the pews of
the faithful few, wanting …
humanity is deafened to creation.
Signs and wonders are fewer
as ages of hopeful hopeless.
Crossing always into a river of regret
it never matters if we are aware.
It is who we are as oneness,
it is who we are as togetherness
from the beginning, to the recognition
just before, just before the river of regret.
Copyrighted 2018 CMM