Waking in Spring
WAKING
I hope I will always wake in tulip sunshine
among the fragrance of green grass
growing near flowing rivers
while breakfast sizzles in
cast iron skillets
with biscuits
on cobalt
blue
plates.
If this
goes away
in my memory
and leaves me for
another day in changed
places, I want to still wake
in tulip sunrise and still smell
the coffee brew to another time but let
not the reciting bobwhites forget to sound; so I will always remember.
copyright: CMM 2005
ETERNAL ROSE
Keats spoke of a rose and how it would not wilt.
This rose came only once and was not made of silk.
PIcked among a garden this one unique rose,
taken from the thorns, this flower she chose.
Sat upon his desk, and nurtured from the stems,
drenched in water, cut in a vase, and looking back at him.
He called the rose loveliest of any in his fences,
this rose compared to others, they had no defenses.
However the secret of this rose was not from one attending.
The secret of its beauty was truly from its sending.
This rose he said was more because a friend gave way,
now the beauty of the perfect rose was given to him today.
Swelling powdered scents flowed in the house and settled,
crimson velvet sculptured rose, green stem among the petals.
Beauty in its temporal form in nature’s moment bloomed,
eternal rose, deep within was nurtured to the tomb.
copyrighted: © CMM 2004
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Walk on Campus
I climbed each step as if to say
I have volunteered to
Set my journey on this quest
I step each step to do my best
The wind picks up and starts,
It wraps my scarf in separate parts
I hold it as if to say
Turn on wind, I am here to stay.
Blowing warmly on my face
Across the walk I finally turn
Down the walk I smile to know
I have made it this far, however slow.
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Morning Lights
Hanging just above
Mystic dawning caught my eye.
Lights across horizon ride .
CMM. 2023
Wassail (In Honor of the 12th Night)
Pour a glass of wassail
pass them one by one
from the elderly at the table
to even the youngest one.
Say a prayer of thanksgiving
remember those who are gone
pray for the future that is coming
Do not forget a one
Pour a glass of wassail
Do not forget the sick and lame
Drink up with all the promises
that the good life stays the same.
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Christmas Cards
I threw away old Christmas Cards today.
Going through the Christmas closet,
there they were, from dear friends.
Years and years of hellos in December
sparkles and snow scenes with pictures.
They shared their families triumphs,
some sharing the passing of loved ones.
I am not sure why I kept them,
I guess they felt like treasured gifts.
However, time lessons the feelings
as they collect to be too many.
I decided to throw away the old ones.
Few send Christmas Cards anymore,
they have become less and less.
It is mostly done from family
or retired people with more time.
I threw away the old Christmas Cards today
an era of innocence, at least if feels that way to me.
CMM 2022
Eagle and Child Inkling 
