Winter’s Solstice
Winter’s gray and silver sky.
Pry upon my watchful eye,
as I see the sun go down
setting shadows on the ground.
Yet I know and then I hope
when darkness comes that I will cope
with the fact that this will be
0nly temporarily.
For after December 21st
the snow will come from winter’s burst.
The sun will once again begin to shine
taking up more of the time
of day to give back to me;
my longing sense of sanity…
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Autumn Leaves
Pumping inside, silent echoes of my heart
racing rhythm reminding me; visceral awareness.
The sense is preciously closer to a more final silence,
as I listen to resounding moments.
It is autumn in my life, and as the leaves fall,
so do the days of color and stillness.
Each day is a lover coming to call,
ticking moments, pulsating rhythm.
Sweeping the broken twigs,
the acorns in pieces with leaves
rusted across the redwood deck,
I feel the seeds of contemplation.
© CMM 2011
Wet Lands
The fiddler crab reached from under,
while grass grew from standing water.
Trees a century old hang over,
just off from dry Civil War mortar …
The quiet fields now left remain
and bridges cross to link the past…
Seagulls just off the ocean’s break,
haunts the memories that will last.
May we have a gentler time
and never to return to cause such grief;
I walk on through the battle field,
to return back from the sun’s relief.
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Dandelions
Dandelions, fields of weeds and scattered seeds,
these golden pollen spread.
The flower sweet,
the pollen wreak,
this lovely enemy of my head.
Dandelion flowers,
pastel fields,
masking ranting weed.
Dandelion flower,
so strong in resistance.
Please tell me, what is your need?
© CMM 2009
Faith
A wake of hope carries the moon’s descent,
to ride off from the cold sun of winter’s promise.
to ride off from the cold sun of winter’s promise.
Is it cold that slows the squirrel’s journey up
or their strife of yesterday’s feast of stowed summers.
The nip of hope, and the sting from the unknown,
stand as cold air in a windless day of frozen temperatures.
Yet, the move of the hours will re-ignite the heavenly stars
biding rest to the weary feeling full of the day’s survival.
Copyrighted: CMM 2009
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