first snow strange poety

the blink of a dream
leaves are light colored babies
little shoots welcome the earth
crocusus bow prayer to the warmth
birds begin singing their mirth

in a late summer haze
fishermen wish for a breeze
forest is dark with it's air
dogs rest beneath where there's shade
bobcat hides deep in his lair

bright leaves are all flashing
cool winds blow welcome returns
birds away high in the blue
squirrels fill their chattering cheeks
hawk screes her message of truth

first snow she falls wet
quiet is deep in the town
families wake to the white
rooster crows calling in time
wait for the long winter night

blink of a dream
all what we seem
blink of a dream
all that we deem

springsummerfallwinter
life that we dream
blink of our seems
all what we glean
in the spark
in the flash
in the tick
as we
dream
as we
dream
as we
dream

thanksgiving

thanksgiving

here inside
my constant friends
my growing family
my two dogs
four cats
fifteen chickens
three horses
my donkey
the sheltering trees
the color filled fragrent garden
the comfort
the spirit
the silence
the clatter
the chaos
the singing ghosts
the easy nights
the tumbling days

here inside
quiet prayer
healthy food
love making
debate
argument
laundry
clutter
angels
demons
imps
buddahs
saints
angels

inside
the kindness
the laughter
the conversation
the embracing
the song
the music

inside
the chickadee
the nuthatch
the mourning dove
the crow
the goldfinch
the hawk
the hummingbird
the dragonfly

the portaits
the photographs
the sculptures
the orchids
the herbs
the hanging plants
the avacado tree
the clicking computer
the ringing telephone

the worry

the work

inside
the life
this life
this wonderful
surprising
glittering
exciting
tumult

inside
this savory
sensuous
blast

inside
this
constant
continuing

inside
all of this
all of it

i give thanks

for the love

for the health

for the kindness

for the children

for my lady

for the love

spread like a blanket

of many colors

over this house

this home

this moment

this

thanks giving

gloria

she passed into another realm on friday
she walked into that passage like a queen
she said good by to all her friends and lovers
then deep into the morning became dream
she lived her life the way that heros do
obeying no one but her deepest heart
she travelled on the wings of music then
she danced into the arms of time and art
she rests within the love she had around her
inspiring those who deeply know her truth
to live out loud and fully reach their endings
while tasting life and reaping beauties fruit
her spirit now is singing in the wind
never having said "it might have been"

my good son is graduating

my good son is finding
his losses
he is gaining his world
he is raising his head
from his dark waters
into clarity
he waits for the world
shining
he is loved
and
he holds his love aloft
a sword of peace

his light around him
his strength
abundant
he
gallops easily
standards flying

i watch
i ride behind him
his sentinal
his
guardian
his father
his friend

he laughs in the wings
of my performance
he observes with a keen eye
he knows his greatness
he knows his will


i hold steady
i slowly let go
i watch as his sails
disappear over
my many horizions

he is in the wind
free
my heart
beat
spurring him on

my tears
fall
i have done the best
i can

i wait for his return
i send my armies
my sentries
my gold
my spirit
all gods and wonders
my all
in the service of his
protection

may his life
smile
and may his children
know his
heart

and
may love be with him
in all ways
on all paths
in his darkness and in his light
in freedom and peace
into eternity

amen

spoiling her

home is a place where
things are
safe
warm
loving
kind
home is a place of
memories
yes
i spoil her when she's here
my baby girl
here is where she sleeps
when she is lonely
where she can rest from
the pressures
of work
of school
where she can be lazy
where she can laugh
where she can take long showers
walk with the dogs
in the woods of her rememberance
she is my
only
my only
little girl
and
now
gone are the days
of endless summers
swinging
flying
on
her
maple tree
rope
digging trenches in the sand
swimming hard
for my shoulders
gone are the days
when she laughed
and
splashed in her singing
bubble bath
gone are the days of
her
freedom
she is grown
she is a woman now

so

when she comes home
to her
fireplace
and
her
purple room
when she opens her
closet filled with dolls
and dresses
and
her shining medals
to feel safe again
i spoil her
yes
i spoil her
i feed her
i do her laundry
sometimes

i let her be

at home

it won't be long
in a fleeting instant
i will be old
she will be away
family of her own
her little girl
or
her boistrus
boy
scraping knees
playing hard
all sweat and sunshine
giving her memories
like cookies and milk
like ice cream and cake
blowing out the candles
of time

her purple room
will give way
her dolls and medals
gone
her playhouse
returned to the earth
her swinging rope
her gym
her
funny faces

and

i will remember
in my solitary memory
loving her
spoiling her
wishing
she were here
and
i will remember
spoiling her
laughing with her
doing her laundry
when she came home
when she came home
so long ago

extention

can it be
is it
that born
we are always
re born
that what is called
death
is simply growth
life
is a constant
the garden grows
struggles
dies
is reborn
into new life
the deer faulters
and it's heart
stops
he drops
his
old life
gives new life
the earth
is born
dies
explodes into
a million million
fragments
congeals with other matter
is born
new life appears
new souls
repeating and repeating
like a familiar
melody
a drama
constantly unfolding
i am here to witness
i am here to grow and
to change
to be taken and be
reborn
the tree
the stream
and
the rock
all
live within me
and i in them
the mystery continues
i am content

shake

tis funny how a single man in time
can see and hold his lifes rememberings
his information flowing in to stay
like easy tides of life who's ends in ryme
make us see our simple lifes reflection
while soaring in like music on the wing
holding us as if these lifes directions
are ours alone and truly ours to sing
somewhere beneath the heat of life's frustrations
the auther of these verses lives again
a mirror of our own held up to nature
recognising beauty in all nations
his rhymes are held within like so much truth
inside our searching souls without reproof