Crackle of leaf, light and crisp
Shift of twig and pebble underfoot
Fingers of golden light pointing
Between strong trunks
A soft, rustling sigh
The breath of the trees against my cheek
Soft as spider silk
And there you are, my child
Transformed
Renewed
As you lift the prize, victorious.
Saturday, November 14, 2015
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Finding Blessings
Not that I have to clean so much
But that I have so much to clean
Not that I have to feed everyone yet again
But that I have four beautiful children
And no shortage of food
Not that I have to do even more laundry
But that we have plenty of clothing
A working washer and dryer
And gas and electric services
Not that I have so much to do
But that I'm able to do so much
Let me see the blessings in everything I do today
And let me, in turn, be a blessing to others.
But that I have so much to clean
Not that I have to feed everyone yet again
But that I have four beautiful children
And no shortage of food
Not that I have to do even more laundry
But that we have plenty of clothing
A working washer and dryer
And gas and electric services
Not that I have so much to do
But that I'm able to do so much
Let me see the blessings in everything I do today
And let me, in turn, be a blessing to others.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Auden
Your words flow like
A citrine drizzle of
Sweetest honey
And like honey
I want to taste them
One
Drop
At a time
A citrine drizzle of
Sweetest honey
And like honey
I want to taste them
One
Drop
At a time
Forever
I will remember this moment
Forever
Sitting on the cement steps
Looking at "my" dog
Not really mine at all
Though we both seem to think so
The yellow pom-pom tree
(Ill-knowing the fate that will befall it
When the typhoon comes in two weeks)
Stands
A scenic backdrop
For my nostalgic bliss
I may be leaving soon
Never to return
For all I know
But this frozen moment
This precious
Crystalline droplet of time
I will remember
Forever
Forever
Sitting on the cement steps
Looking at "my" dog
Not really mine at all
Though we both seem to think so
The yellow pom-pom tree
(Ill-knowing the fate that will befall it
When the typhoon comes in two weeks)
Stands
A scenic backdrop
For my nostalgic bliss
I may be leaving soon
Never to return
For all I know
But this frozen moment
This precious
Crystalline droplet of time
I will remember
Forever
Beggarman
Ragged he was in his tattered grey
With a real hunchback
Rattling his cup
And crying out those ubiquitous words
"One dolla!"
"One dolla!"
I beseeched my mother
And she handed over the chunky
Silver coins
Two or three
His smile
Toothless yet brilliant
Delighted me and I pled for more until
My mother
Confronted twice over with beggars
Assented
When the cup had clanked seven
Or was it nine times?
I'm not sure who was happier
Myself
Or the beggarman
And now
I look back across the years
And shake my head.
There's one born every minute
With a real hunchback
Rattling his cup
And crying out those ubiquitous words
"One dolla!"
"One dolla!"
I beseeched my mother
And she handed over the chunky
Silver coins
Two or three
His smile
Toothless yet brilliant
Delighted me and I pled for more until
My mother
Confronted twice over with beggars
Assented
When the cup had clanked seven
Or was it nine times?
I'm not sure who was happier
Myself
Or the beggarman
And now
I look back across the years
And shake my head.
There's one born every minute
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Serendipity
Like butterflies in the desert
You
Surprised me
Moving quietly
Gradually
Into my obsessions
I never really stood a chance
Did I?
You
Surprised me
Moving quietly
Gradually
Into my obsessions
I never really stood a chance
Did I?
Saturday, March 17, 2007
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