A fire dies, leaving embers
Given life, an ember becomes a fire
A tree dies, leaving branches
That give life themselves to the next
A star dies, leaving stardust
That with time becomes a new star
As the earth’s circle ends
A new circle forms
And we, likewise, begin again
I am too little certain
For a man of principle
Too little learned
For a man of letters
Too little wise
For a man who listens
Too little
For many things
Still
Time remains
I walk by the colored lights
And the polished brass of bells
As songs ring out
And voices chatter
Happily
And I wonder at
The ghosts in the room
Of times
Of people
Of songs
Of stories
Long gone
And I wonder at
Which ghosts I’m listening to
In the deepness
Of a moment
I find multitudes
Of stars:
Knowledge
Wonder
Fury
Calm
Wisdom
Innocence
Dullest grey and brilliant light
Pervade my senses
Each not without the other
And I with both
Gleaming dewdrops
Frozen by December’s chill
Sparkling under the sunrise
In the briefest moment
Before they return
To the earth
Let us go
Into the forest
And look not at the trail
But follow the branches
And the leaves
And the speckled sunlight
That peeks through the canopy
Let us go
Out to sea
And look not to the shoreline
But follow the gulls
And the waves
And the sparkling stars
As they break the night’s veil
Let us go
Along a road
Unknown
Only for that we have not yet tread upon it
A fire am I
Not still
Not cool
Not waiting
But fluid
Full of heat
Destroying and creating
From the dead of the world
I make what has not been seen before
And in the briefest moment
After too many breaths
It disappears
But I remain
Fire
Bury me beneath the trees
Where I might feed them
As they have done for me
Boughs of fir
Colored lights
Crisp air and warm halls
Stew to warm my innards
Ale to calm my mind
A fire to turn death to life
And a blanket of snow
to dampen distant calls
Thank the stars for laughter
And for kind words
And for togetherness
Thank the stars for those who make us laugh
Who tell us kind things
Who make togetherness easy
Thank the stars for them
Before they’re gone
A Poem A Day 