Time

The wind is speaking
The morning night
A whispered breeze
A rhythmic quiet

The wind is speaking
A gentle wake
The limbs carry
The boughs break

Stars hang
A sparrow sings
A morning sighs

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Afternoon moments

Gather memories of you

Grandma’s kept secrets

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we all reach to the

ladder to find the rungs in

the wrong direction

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Over a hundred

years this building has survived,

the moon more; I am the visitor …

Spring Equinox

Chatter of the first spring bird just outside

My open window…

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Blarney stone that must be kissed,

upon the young  secret wish.

Leprechauns hide in the trees

Equinox calls winter’s eve.

Promising a rainbow’s gold,

tales of Gaelic undertake old.

Celts beckon their clover green,

caftan plaid skirts the genome.

Threnody hushed from the past…

renaissance wishes forever last.

 

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It is the rain
Sweet sound
Gentle drops
Of morning
It is the rain
And it dismisses
The winter snow
The harsh ice
It is the rain
It is promise
Spring will be
Soon

 

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Moment of many,

a hope of time.

A minute of peace,

beauty in rhyme.

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CMM

Just below the surface

laughter is a gift

a day of sunshine

a friend shared

a sister cared

I quietly rise

and in my chair

I think of things

and say my prayers

the flickering light

the quietness of morn

has washed over me

from others scorn

I look past time

and sense a grace

it is not  mine

but, just below the surface

a tear wells up

I take a deep breath

look toward the flicker,

and pick up my coffee cup

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It is 3:00 a.m.

 

My hands cupped

 

Snuggly around my

 

Coffee cup.

 

 

The flicker of the fire

 

Reflects my feelings

 

As if it is catching

 

Pain with every spark.

 

 

The rhythm of my heart

 

Beats just enough to get

 

My attention that I am real.

 

 

I miss people who have passed,

 

the little furry friend I have lost

 

and Grandma’s home.

 

 

I cannot rewind time,

 

Or reset the clock of yesterday

 

Or recreate people who cause pain.

 

 

Sitting here this morning in

 

Solitude and still darkness

 

I am reminded of the truth.

 

I am present in the early morning,

 

 

I am grateful for found peace,

 

I look to the heavens always.

 

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