Time

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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Crystal clings, toast to things,

Remembered from the year.

Wine pours red, nod our head,

To loved ones we hold dear.

A kiss held softly and

Tight embrace, I love you.

The moments of kindness,

Auld lang syne, old and new.

Brace the wise man, who lifts

His staff among stars of time.

We pray to mystery of

Life, singing old lang syne.

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a barn they said

Frigid cold night

A trough straw bed

Cattle in sight

A story told

Who may believe

Baby behold

Infinity

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A winter Moon

Upon the crest

Shines a light

The season’s best

Of cold and ice

Is set to be

Expectancy

of winter’s eve .

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