feelings


I ran almost 4 miles this morning and everywhere I ran were little pinwheels to bring awareness for child abuse .

1st Sunday of Advent


A wakeful glimpse

Into darkness that helps us

See past into the light

CMM @ 2018

Autumn


autumnal Equinox gently arrives

warmth of the summer lost in the skies

Burnt orange and red are made of your dress

A sigh of relief now we will soon rest

From a summer of drought and too little rain

We will put it behind us; wait for seasons to change

Copyright © CMM 2018

Lost Pen


“There you are,” having fallen into helplessness,

confusions,

lost in the pile of life’s debri.

I pick you up, dust you off,

dear old friend,

but don’t leave again…

I smile down at my long lost pen.

copyrighted: CMM August 2010

Haiku


full moon cloaks white clouds

Wind sways in celebration.

Oak tree leaves promise

My Grandsons


Rocking with my Grandsons and daughter on a blessed spring morning. ❤️

A. M.


flickering morning fire

quietly throws warmth

across the shadows

no sleep lifts me up

from my warm bed

to sit in the dark

thinking, weighted

yesterdays forge

into serenity

praying in resolution

knowing the day

will be full

Copyright:  2018  CMM

Listening


She was listening
voices around her unaware
she lies in waiting
she was listening
to the tears
the consolations
she was listening
when someone whispered
to her, I love you.
listening to the voices
leaving the room for a moment
and then she left…
Copyrighted:  CMM   2017

A Poem


 

 

If I wrote among the willows would the earth receive my tears ?

Would the roots gather moisture and return the pain of years ?

If I dry my tears with ashes and wipe my anguish with moss,

would the day seem less melancholy and the passing less a loss ?

Be with me a moment and  I will gather in the rain

All the earth of my humanity and the lightening of my pain …

copyrighted:  CMM  2014

I Do


If I could walk among your shadows,

but I can’t.

If I could but know your footsteps in your trail,

instead I am lost.

I read your final letters to catch insights from you,

I am left with questions.

I look through your archways of cover words,

I no longer feel protected.

I barefoot my thoughts onto the cold marble of time,

and  morose  sensations are all I feel.

No one asks permission to enter our lives,

or permits death in order to leave.

It just all is, and you are certainly gone,

you said in time no one would remember,

I do.

Dedicated to a friend who lost his battle with cancer.
©   CMM  2011