Skyline shifts
beyond boundaries of Light.
Dawn breaks apart
Moon from Starlight.
Friend to all,
Sun takes deep breath
and slowly rises
just beyond the Bend
between neighbors’ yards
and my own.
I sit in wonder.
My Joy wanders,
alone.
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HIDDEN SPRING
What do the Earth and her creatures know
which we do not know?
Are our hopes too high, too soon
even as the green grass grows
and trees unfurl leaves
that shelter all from heat and sun?
The squirrels still seldom leave their nests.
The rabbits yet burrow beneath the shed.
The disquiet of too quiet daybreak
without birdsong warbling to wake
all the creatures eager to begin
days of freedom without and within.
Why do the creatures continue to hide
in shelters away from prying eyes?
Where are the bees
as the flowers bud and bloom?
Why such a quiet garden devoid of all sound?
Is it too soon to expect, Earth’s creatures
and I, our freedom to rebound?
Or, should we find our peace
by staying underground?
In the silence, I walk carrying dreams
instead of shutting them down in dawn’s light.
Dreams cannot stay hidden by night
after the sun reappears in the sky.
Earth and its creatures may stay hidden;
but not my dreams of Spring. Not I, not I.
I move through the garden,
my eyes searching wide
for other creatures, unwilling to hide.
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THE DAWN OF DISCONTENT
Darkness has not yet lifted
from the night of a waning moon.
This is the time of discontent
when one feels most alone, but soon,
the sun shall rise.
Others choose to sleep through darkness.
I cannot. Like a lone wolf,
I choose to stay awake, woke to wonder
hidden in all I yet may discover
in people and places I have never known.
I plant seeds of yearning in my soul
that love may take root and grow
beyond my own cultural limits,
beyond the bounds of all I know.
I try to stay awake, though weary,
to watch the new day dawn.
As it surely will.
As it surely will.
As it surely will.
Turn three times and make a wish.
I wish to fearlessly face the heat of these days
with cool calm and laughter so strong
it awakens the entire world.
Will the new dawn reveal
that which was destroyed
while an entire nation slept?
This question is what makes some people
sleep the whole day long.
Their eyes appear open, but they sleepwalk;
perhaps hoping they are dreaming
and the day is a mere nightmare
from which they will soon awake.
I cannot pretend. Not I.
Even in the dark my eyes open wide.
I must see what darkness has wrought.
I tend to the garden I have created,
to the life of growth I have sought,
as the sun rises over roots sorely stressed.
I cannot allow the plants, nor my self, to die
even though they can no longer thrive.
I am awake in the dark, but not alone.
So long as I see clearly, if not cheerily,
the life of other living things all around me
resisting the threat in the day ahead and hanging on.
Sensing our togetherness is what makes us strong.
I watch the discontented dawn.
The sun continues to rise.
As will you. As shall I.
LIGHT UP
I am made of stardust
lit by sunlight.
Like lilies of the field
I dig deep into earth
with my toes.
Like birds of the air
I soar on currents stirred
when heat meets cold.
I seek. I soar. I laugh out loud.
I raise my face to the sun.
I dance in moonlight.
My spirit takes flight.
I grow strong.
My beauty abounds.
As earth, my earth
turns round and round.
Time has no meaning
I have found
except to tether my hopes
that change comes around
when most desired,
bright with sounds
of laughter, and courage
unleashed and unbound.
Rejoice in the day,
the month and the year
but stay in the moment.
Have no fear.
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SPRING WILL COME AGAIN
It has always been
understood and too often
forgotten. Spring comes.
LATE SUMMER DAZE
The shades of summer pull slowly closed.
Sun drops quietly behind.
Shadows lengthen across grass carpets
moistened by the dew of cool nights
and warm days peaking through.
Autumn is on her way to paint
hot colors against cool blue skies.
Summer still lingers behind the shade
ready to surprise
with summer heat intent
on a hot reprise.
SNOW FALL
The world is falling apart, its people deranged.
War and famine join as climates change.
People are on the move to escape the pain.
Water cleanses in blasts and depths unseen.
We wade through facts, the truth unseen.
Snow starts in the upper atmosphere.
Warm air below alters snow
unless we remain cool
where heated skies collide
and moisture tears up in our eyes.
Watching the snowfall gives us hope.
It blankets ugliness’ scope falling on all of us with equal glaze.
Snow reminds us of our better selves and better days.
Spring warmth is gentle like our souls.
It melts the snow so flowers may grow
within the gardens of our hearts.
We are in the midst of a great change.
Unsettled as Spring weather
we must remember we go through this change together.
And those of us who garden will share the bounty of what we sow
with all who are willing to enter
our gates, their needs in tow.
The old world is dying with every angry breath.
Snow in Spring reminds us there is new life after death.
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ETERNAL GARDEN
After the heaving winds of Winter
blow across the face of Earth
dropping heavy rains in ceaseless floods,
the blazing winds of Summer force heat waves
upon plains and forests and fire up
an atmosphere of heat and drought.
The plants in my garden are anchored
beyond the sound of my pleading voice
begging them to live , if not for me,
then for every butterfly and bee
as if Earth might survive
by some miracle, as have I;
beyond cancer scares and chronic ME,
and fibromyalgia that brings me to my knees.
Yet, like Earth I continue to survive
and even thrive.
No future generations of my DNA
will I leave behind, but seeds
that blow on restless winds and bury their heads
in fertile soil across the garden I have spread,
and breed new life in a new garden
long after I am gone.
This may be my only immortality.
Or, perhaps there is more
in a place yet unseen but hoped for in my dreams,
built on faith and fed by love
Felt in such ecstasy of our union,
its solidarity a true communion
where we explore the truth that
we are not alone, anymore.
The whole world, not merely Earth
is ours to explore,
building hopeful memories to outlast
the fear of loneliness from the past.
Our loving connection gives such strength
even death cannot break the bonds
of love and life meant to survive an eternity.
We are in this together, you and I.
One thing I know for sure;
like the garden, our love will never die.
HAIKU
MAY FROST
First light. What a sight !
Tulips hold their petals tight.
Ice came in the night.
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