With cold fingertips; the question on inquiring lips, ‘Is it Spring yet?’ _________________________ Note: This poem is an attempt at the poetry form – The American Sentence. Credit and thanks to: Paul Szlosek of Paul’s Poetry Playground in his wonderful post on “Invented Poetry Forms,” and to Goff James of Art, Photography and Poetry, whoContinue reading “Is it Spring, yet? – A poem”
Teetering on the edge of hope – with stilts of peace to steady my feet, I walk through life in blind faith – knowing that: ‘Though bleak clouds may dim the horizon, The moon and stars will shine in their time, The rain will come in its season to the land, The earth will bringContinue reading “Teetering on the edge of hope – A poem”
What wonder it is dear friend, To allow small things to still catch us by surprise? Like, glad tidings from a far away friend, Or, a fond memory sparked by a favorite 80’s song’s reprise, Or, the smell of the first leaves on the trees after the spring thaw, Suddenly transporting us to fond memoriesContinue reading “Magical surprises”
Under the streetlight bulbs, where sidewalks meet, Pedestrians one by one, tiptoe across the street. Icy days and slalom-like paths will soon be gone – As crocus bulbs tiptoe upward one by one, Awaiting their turn, to charm everyone.
In each moment, life holds its own sacred promise – Borrow not from moments of future increase, Nor, scour moments of paradise best left behind – Lest today, you spend its precious moments, holding on to the wind.
“To learn while still a childWhat this life is meant to be.To know it goes beyond myself,It’s so much more than me. To overcome the tragedies,To survive the hardest times.To face those moments filled with pain,And still manage to be kind… To still stand up with courage,Though standing on my own.To still get up andContinue reading “"What this life is meant to be"”
Trudging through the snow to the car. I travel not too far. A swipe on the roof with one hand- Scraper in the other – using it like a wand. Errant thoughts float by, I know not from where or why: “This snow is so thick,” “I wish to be done quick,” “Why do IContinue reading “All my days”
Snow, snow, a fascination with snow. Why? I do not know. Born in the tropics a long time ago- Yet, my heart dances and glows, As Winter snowfall grows. What is this delight for fluffy snow? Perhaps it is my joy at nature’s soft reminder; That my sins are no longer, Because of His sacrificeContinue reading “Snow – A fascination”
You arrive for work and another car is parked in your unmarked favorite spot. You enter the building and the first person you see comments that they were told that you weren’t in today. Then, another person asks- if you still work there. You walk to your office; your key no longer works/opens your officeContinue reading “What is an inquiring mind to think…”
“At the darkest time of year, Lord Yule laid down his beard of snow and cloak of frost and ice to illuminate the gloom.”― Stewart Stafford