2020
A chilly blustery day as I warm myself
in front of early morning fire.
The dark mornings and quiet house
lends me to reflect.
We are in tumult times of discord,
turmoil and a horrible virus.
My prayer is somehow this changes
and we wake in early morning healed.
©. CMM 2020
Haiku
Morning sun rises
My soul’s shade is lightened now
No rain weigh it down .
Copyright © CMM. 2019
Unaware
we will both grow old,
our youth wasted in time
rusted planks of life
jutting out
feeling the days gone past
looking for a sign
we will understand how
little time we tout
until now, we look and see
our hands and body weathered
I will smile and feel the
glow of our youth
even though the shifts
are tethered
Copyright: 2019 CMM
I lost a long time friend last night. I woke this morning to the news. So this afternoon I went to a movie as a day out and distraction. The name of the movie was ” Mule” with Clint Eastwood, there were 2 take-away sentences. One was ” how old would you be if you did not know the year you were born?” The other, ” you cannot buy time”
Little Time
we will both grow old,
our youth wasted in time
rusted planks of life
jutting out
feeling the days gone past
looking for a sign
we will understand how
little time we tout
until now, we look and see
our hands and body weathered
I will smile and feel the
glow of our youth
even though the shifts
are tethered
Copyrighted: 2018 CMM
Just Before
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
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
Christmas Tea
Brown aroma filters through
the porcelain pot wrapped in
a holiday Christmas print
Tea covey placed around,
Tied at the top with a green ribbon.
Pouring into the cup the sound
of generations past of many pourings,
expressed within generations,
a knowing of shared time.
The warmth of the spiced tea
brought smiles caused by conversations,
of simpler relationships in an eloquent
fluent exchange of Christmas gentility.
Christmas 2013 copyrighted: CMM
