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
He Came
As the chickadee finds its nest,
among the prickly leaf…
The labored Mother sighs
as birthing finds relief…
Then nature joins a chorus,
among the star they sing…
Humanity realized His birth
of the Resurrection King…
He came among the world
in quiet winter’s rest…
Chickadee without notice
continues to make his nest…
Copyrighted: CMM 2003
Morning
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: 2017 CMM
Passing
All Soul’s Day, has come to past,
just in time to remind at last,
we are very temporary here
snow has fallen early this year
So as the day brings us to see
The souls and saints among the trees
Symbols passing in nature agrees.
Copyrighted : CMM 2017
Forgotten Poem
I wrote a poem yesterday,
I don’t remember the words
Or what it had to say.
I scribbled it and jotted down
upon old paper
I picked off the ground
Writing quickly so not to forget
It came flowing
The sonnet set.
I found a place
Behind the books
Stuffed it where no others look
Later I promised I would read
The poem of the heart
A now forgotten seed.
© CMM 2012
In My Garden
There are secrets in my garden
You need but walk a piece
You will stumble on a flower
And a butterfly at ease
Walk but just a couple steps
You almost see them grow
The purple and the yellow
But please walk a little slow
There are secrets in my garden
A prairie dog you might see
A pansy or a daisy
However please be quiet
Not to disturb the frog so lazy
Or the fountains where angels sit
I invite you in my garden
Where joy is laid and kept
Copyright: 2017 CMM
life’s stump
circles and rhytmns
time pushes out
round and round
decays of lies
placed in forgotten
rings of covered maskings
and the circles and rhythms
continue on,
growing into to a stump
to cut into history
rediscovering it still
exist…
copyrighted: 2017
Tides
Rushing
towards me in rhythm
pushing, pulling in tides
of undertow and strong currents.
I rest, for the tides of my soul
are brought into the life of the sea.
Copyrighted: CMM 2011
Another Place
I walk upon the canvas
the gray and green elephants
walk around me.
Always in dimensional lights
of bright and then dim
the gathering of familiar faces
was all that I could see.
I look to see upstairs to find
and you were not there.
I continued down the stairs
the face of your adversary
standing fatter and pompous.
A distant call was hung into space
I heard the gritty sound of ignorance,
I heard the sound of disgrace.
I never saw but knew.
I asked this fatter one where,
where were you?
He turned to another and gave directions
I could no longer contain the pain,
as I beat upon his chest and
cried with years of disdain…
Copyrighted: CMM 2016
Among the Stars
A Dream
white moons hang next to one another
bringing heaven’s presence and earthy observer
to notice…
Hanging like large bulbs lighting existence,
closer and closer they merge into one light
colliding …
looking across the way into the darkness
the moon dust falls light on a field of magnificent emerald
green elephants…
they move as though dancing without music,
gracefully they silhouette around the other
peacefully moving…
again I look upon the heavens and the moons
have separated again, white light emerging
toward the other…
cataclysmic they collide once again,
burst into a million stars
the heavens reflect…
Christine McNeill-Matteson
June 2015
Eagle and Child Inkling 