Twice in one week I owe you two poems!
There is a waking
In my soul’s deepest places
I yearn for the stars
Twice in one week I owe you two poems!
There is a waking
In my soul’s deepest places
I yearn for the stars
You are
A star against the naught of space
An onyx jewel beside the grey
Rich earth beneath the greenest trees
The sun rising to make the day
You are
Give me a thread and loom, and I’ll
Weave tales of us in tapestries
And you can sing beside me while
We tell our stories to the breeze
I owe you two today.
Hold me in the dark
With the shadows closing in
Let me see your light
Bright blues and greens under the glow
Of sun in high midafternoon
Into the cool I dip my toe
And listen to the clear call of the loon
Walk with me
Between the stars
Fire burns within me
Forming a song I don’t know
But will come to know
Words fall
Like rain
Down a page
Down a street
Some crumple
Some fall apart
Some take root and grow
Yet words fall
All the same
In dappled sunlight, list’ning to the breeze
I sit in wonder at the vibrant life
The chitt’ring birds and tall, triumphant trees
That make a tiny speck of human strife
On Mondays I wish
For something better to come
In the days ahead