Did ever I decide upon this path?
Not just this step, but all the ones before?
Did ever I put down in ink the way
I walked and turned to come to here and now?
Tag: iambic meter
3/18/2023 – the brightest shards
In darkness do I ever find
The brightest shards of stars
3/15/2023 – to Summer
You are a mem’ry, yet you are
Not gone, here lost only to sight
Shining bright as the northern star
When we peek past trees to your light
Your warmth is near as the hearth fire
Your rhythm plays in ev’ry breeze
Your boundless love do we aspire
To give with such unhindered ease
Stay close beside us for a while
Though there’s much we can share no more
Let’s share one more laugh, one more smile
One moment like it was before
3/13/2023 – not yet spring
The high boughs creak beneath the snow
As wind chimes in the twigs
Once more the northern reaches blow
And freeze the early sprigs
3/10/2023 – the way you showed (ode to a dog)
In five short years so much you’ve taught
Of how creatures can love
What I can be and how I ought
To, fearless, leap above
The stinging nettles of the earth
Though many they may be
I can but run with boundless mirth
The way you showed to me
3/6/2023 – hide within
Let’s sink beneath the azure waves
And by the turtles swim
There where a quiet music plays
That I might hide within
3/2/2023 – they all lay bare
I have but one heart for to give
One soul to join a pair
One body that by yours can live
For you they all lay bare
2/27/2023 – not undone
It was amidst the broken snow
Beneath the new spring sun
As brown and green began to grow
And melt began to run
There did I find the seed we’d sown
So careful in the soil
Gone bright and lively, not undone
By winter’s frozen toil
2/23/2023 – between the leaves and moss
A shadowed path, soft green with moss
Lies there before my feet
Red trees and yellow their leaves toss
And life and death there meet
To walk upon it is to know
The truth the sages say:
‘Twixt light and shadow you must go
To throw your cares away
2/20/2023 – with great surrender
Though I have often fallen from
The mores that I pursue
I still seek high, and often some
Great truth comes into view
It is with great surrender that
This wisdom I receive
And oft I must remember that
‘Twill e’er be a reprieve
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