Rain is a promise
A bluebird’s morning,
a runner’s eye turning.
Just in time to see,
perched in the barren tree .
@ 2018 CMM
I Run
I talk myself into my run
one foot in front of the other
climbing upwards challenged
laboring a little
just enough to remind me
my humanness
I pass birds calling
aged trees standing still
among the wood line
while wild brown-eyed susans
wink in sway with a soft wind
a wind I need to release me
I do not stop until the trail ends
copyrighted: 2017 CMM
Running with Pegasus
Mounting Pegasus under morning night,
we take to wings of running flight.
Among stars and constellations,
entered in morning night.
A falling star drops just ahead,
a silent wish is quickly said.
Into the mystic morning show,
Pegasus and I have nothing to dread.
Heralded by seagulls awaking,
the birds in faint light start taking.
To song and flutter as we pass,
all a part of the morning making.
This runner’s flight crossed into light
from a mystic morning flight.
Pegasus and I ride into red glow
dripping sun just in sight.
copyright: CMM 2010
Silver Trail ( a runner’s reflections)
The clouds hung close
the silver river view
the sun shines timid
I run past the hue
of late Autumn
and misty day
I sure my feet
Into the way
bringing me home
while I pray…
Autumn Run
The RUN
I gather grit
I gather me
A day of solitude
a day succeed
Stones and pebbles
in my path
mud and slides
become my wrath
I listen to my body
labors to go on
I do not stop
the road is long
My head is leading
through the race
my legs continue
to keep the pace
Times I feel faint
and others strong
but I did endure
I did belong.
© CMM 2015
Half Marathon
(13.2 Battery went dead on my run)
Friends For LIfe
I shared with her my plans and schemes,
she shared with me her hopes and dreams.
Together we grew and then apart,
but apart we never forgot the start.
The start of what would one day be
a friendship for life, as we look back to see.
Mistakes we made and mountains we climbed,
didn’t take away the precious times.
We had when we were young and foolish,
dressed in hippie and rock style goolish.
Play house tucked between two trees,
went from ‘make believe’ to club house fees.
Cokes spilt as it fizzed to the top,
not being able to find the mop.
Burning pots in our effort to cook,
parents stood and trembled and shook.
The skating rink, and many a miles
as we skated and danced with youthful smiles.
The teen club, with all its rocking songs,
giving us a sense that we belonged.
Belonged of a generation confused from war,
with racial strife the turmoil we bore.
Our days became families and then children to rear,
the days we lived, the battles we feared.
From growing up in uncertain times,
didn’t seem to change or deter our minds.
From returning to what was always to be
a friend close in time we’d see.
The treasures of childhood, the journey or strife
is always best accompanied by a friend for life.
copyright: CMM 2005
Eagle and Child Inkling 