Mid-Winter Solstice

Tonight, the darkness lingers on
Beneath the winter moon.
Tomorrow’s dawn seems so far off.
It cannot come too soon.

The long, cold nights of winter’s song
Will, someday, warm to spring,
But for tonight, its grip is fierce,
Its winds bitterly sting.

Within the solstice hope grows dim.
Under the moon, dreams die
For lack of light, too little warmth
And no dawn drawing nigh.

Yet, tomorrow the sun will rise,
The moon’s power will wane.
With the new light, warmth will return,
Though winter’s dreams remain.  

The Night Whispers

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The night is whispering my name

I hear it calling me.

It bids me linger ‘neath the stars

Reflecting in the sea.

It calls to me to dance across

The bridge of soft moonlight

And linger yet a little while

Within the breathless night.

 

But I will not heed the night’s call,

Though I may wish I could,

For there are promises I’ve made

And I’ll do as I should.

I’ll rise up in the morning’s light

And work hard through the day,

Then listen once more as the night

Whispers come out and play.

Morning's Pause

 

 

 

 

 

 

The quiet peace of morning’s pause
Before the rush of day,
The grey sky stoops to kiss her child,
Who laughs and speeds away.
Galloping from horizon’s rim
Into the frothing bay.

The perfect peace of an ocean dawn
The sea, the sky, the shore
So many waves have come to play,
Too many to keep score,
And still more come to join the fray;
To join the cheerful roar.

Then as the sun breaks through the haze
It tints the ruffled sky
And lightens each arriving wave
With silver and a sigh

The morning peace becomes the pace
Of daylight, swift and spry,
And I must be about my chores…
Not yet, but by and by!

Things to Treasure

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The world spins quickly on its course,

The days go by so fast,

And all we've planned to mark each day

Will soon become the past.

 

So treasure all the little things,

And remember the grand.

That you may keep them forever,

Though time slips through your hand.

The Dark Half of the Year

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The dark half of the year is here,

The day is swiftly gone,

There is no respite from the dark,

But we must carry on.

 

The spirit of the dark whispers

Upon my roof all night

And wraps my dreams in winter mists

Void of even starlight.

 

It almost feels as if the night

Will go on endlessly,

But there is light just down the path

Beyond where I can see.

 

For soon the solstice will be here

And, from that long night on,

The days will grow into the light

And darkness will be gone.

 

Sometimes I complain bitterly

At summer’s endless light,

But right now it’s time to complain

About the long, dark night!

Of Dreams and Peace

 
As evening settles on the bay
the sailboats head for shore,
while wind chimes sing in the soft breeze
of the peace that's in store.

The evening drifts into the night,
my dreams call out to me,
"Come meet us at the moonlight's rim
beyond the starlit sea."

Now I must go to catch my dreams
before they drift away,
but I'll be back with you again
when dawn lights up the bay!

Missing the Moon

 

Behind the mist and winter clouds

The moon lingers unseen.

He whispers of a starlit night

And of a sky swept clean

Of the last vestiges of rain...

As if they'd never been.

Oh, such a night I used to know,

A summer, now long past.

When starlight swept beyond my sight

A bright array and vast,

Until it reached the end of time

And dawn returned at last.

Tonight the rain taps on the roof

And clouds blanket the sky,

But summer will return one day,

The stars will once more fly,

And I will see the moon again,

Winking, as he drifts by.