Trip to the grocery store Paused in mid stride, to admire Fragrant pots of Spanish lavender. Clearly a captivating crowd-pleaser, As the lineup also came to an abrupt halt, While shoppers consider the plant. Meanwhile, to the dismay of the orderly crowd, Someone spontaneously, Read the growing instructions out loud. Space the plants apart inContinue reading “Spanish Lavender – A Poem”
Category Archives: Poetry
The candles of spring – A Poem
Tulips, the candles of spring. Their blue, white and red blooms flicker In the cool breeze, An enchantment to the eyes. But their true mystery lies Deep in the dark, Where nutrient orbs, Withstand winter’s plight, And fuel their upward journey to the light.
Trees – A Poem
Trees…Nature’s silent witness testifying to the heavens on the power of perseverance.
An ode to those we admire – A Poem
They are mothers, forefathers, mentors, warriors, and loved ones: Who conquered obstacles in the kingdoms of darkness, Who by their integrity and often, without words, Quenched the flames of idle rumors. They traveled miles on foot, by boat, or by plane. They made do with meager rations – So that we might gain a farContinue reading “An ode to those we admire – A Poem”
Slow dancing with the Sun – A Poem
The Sun at Dawn’s gate opens To a rainbow of earthly gardens. Chandelier cotton clouds sparkle, Slow dancing with the Sun at noon. Sunset lifts its copper shield towards the horizon, Where the silken shadows of the deep – the night, falls.
Mortal expression of Eternity – A Poem
But we are children of The light, The flames of the universe. Moonbeams and stardust sparkle in our eyes; Their distant closeness – our mortal expression of eternity.
Our being – A Poem
For He created us to have our being: To flourish in it, To exercise inner wisdom, To find value in life’s ups and downs. To live in sacred anticipation of every moment. To revel in the beauty of every twig and thorn. And, looking upward, gaze at the expanse as a reminder – That weContinue reading “Our being – A Poem”
Private Meditation: The wind – A Poem
Who can describe the fabric of the wind. Or the force that drew the pattern of his existence. His thoughts are a garment we have not sewn. And his ways – a different fashion from our own.
Waiting for sleep – A Poem
Into high altitude, night climbs. A successful day over the horizon glides. Crisp linen pokes the wings of sleep. Comfortable in uncomfortableness counting sheep, Waiting for sleep to reroute Its chartered flight, To expectant Eyelids.
The cart – A Poem
Looking out at two figures in the Dawn. Their cart warbling in the waning morning Myst. Rusted coat-hanger held in unprotected hands Dig through the discarded. Sudden excitement in their posture – They found a treasure. Together, they tuck the precious cargo Into their cart bound valuables and go. What desperate measures, so dire, ToContinue reading “The cart – A Poem”
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