What Lilacs Do in Winter

Lilacs in Winter,

sleeping with the dream of springtime and sunshine,

and little blossoms like fairies dancing at a ball...

sweet winter dreams, my lilacs. 

Waking Up to Christmas

The quiet of the morning,

The peace of hot cinnamon and tea,

The choirs of angels singing

In the whispering evergreen tree,

The water murmuring of new joy

As it rushes onto the shore,

The world wakes up to Christmas

And rejoices in Christ once more.

Playing Coy

The misty moon rose in the sky
To meet the winter night
A little coy, she hid her face,
In gauzy filtered light

Tears of Heaven

While heaven wept I hid my eyes

That they might not learn how

But when the sun came out again

It touched each branch and bough

And set each drop of broken heart

To sparkling somehow

So now I don’t hide from the clouds,

I welcome their sweet pain,

I lift my broken heart and let

It catch the sparkling rain.

Leaning on a Friend

Sometimes sorrow cannot be healed

But it can be eased by a friend

A loving shoulder to lean on  

May ease the pain it cannot mend

 

Who's That Tapping at My .... Tree?

A Winter Sea

Find me a place where peace still bides

Beside a winter sea,

A place where sunlight warms the mist,

That’s where to look for me.

For I have spent my time in pain

I’ve drowned in misery

But with the rising of the sun

I’ll sit beside the sea

And all the burdens of the world

Will fall away from me

And leave me like the windswept sea

Ranging wild and free

Reflections of Sorrow

The skies had wept for days and days

With tears that did not end;

They spilled unceasing to the earth

Like sorrows that won’t mend.

And, as the skies wept endless tears,

I stared out through my pane;

Not all the tears reflected there

Were born of winter’s rain.

But then the skies began to clear

As if its tears had dried.

I stepped out in the clearing day

And every tear they’d cried

Had clustered on the branches of

The leafless cherry tree.

Each barren branch glistened with tears,

A sparkling memory.

But as I got a closer look,

Like magic, I could see

That each small drop on every bough

Reflected the whole tree

And suddenly I wondered if

My tears reflected me.