The Hiding Place

Twas often that she slipped away

Into a quiet place

Where stillness filled the darkness

And pain showed not its face.

There in her secret, quiet world

No lies were ever told,

No one she loved would ever leave,

Or ever grow too old.

It was a place where stillness reigned,

Where teardrops never fell,

For no one else intruded there

Where sorrow dared not dwell,

Born in the realm of sadness,

Cast on the shores of grief,

She knew no respite from the storms,

Had no hope of relief

Until she stumbled, in despair,

Upon her silent realm.

There grief was held, at last, at bay

And peace stood at the helm.

She never found a way to live

Within her peace too long,

But she could linger long enough

To help her get along.

A Dream

I woke up from a dream of you,

You lingered in my head.

I wondered if it meant something

And I was filled with dread.

But I will never know the truth,

For we are out of touch,

Though I still think of you often

And miss you very much.

You were the friend I loved too much,

But then had to let go,

And now you’re showing up again

In dreams that haunt me so.

I’m sure it’s just a restless thought

That rose up through my sleep,

But it left me a memory

That I now get to keep.

Ducks In A Row

Sometimes the puzzle’s just too hard,

The pieces won’t all go.

No matter how hard I might try

My ducks aren’t in a row.

I wave my arms and circle fast

With nothing much to show

Because, no matter how I rush,

My ducks aren’t in a row.

My sweat and tears just get me wet,

The garden still won’t grow.

 No matter how hard I might work

My ducks aren’t in a row.

And so I’m giving duck wrangling

A big, hearty heave ho,

For life is about so much more

Than ducks all in a row!

The Mists of Winter

When all the world is swathed in mist,

Though dawn’s well lost to day,

The bitter chill still streaks the air

For winter’s on its way.

When all the song birds of the sky

Are hiding in deep boughs

Of slumbering trees, cloaked in mist,

That sunlight cannot rouse.

When darkness wraps its chilly hands

Around the sun in flight

And hurries it down from the sky,

Reclaiming it for night,

Then it’s too late to curse the cold,

For winter time is here;

And with it comes the mist that shrouds

The dark half of the year.

Cloudy Night

She loved to see the little stars

That lit the winter sky,

Each night she’d count them, one by one,

As they went flitting by.

So when the night was wrapped in clouds

That hid each twinkling star,

She wept because she could not see

Them shining from afar.

But when the moon peeked out to see

What her tears were about,

She realized the clouds would melt

And her stars come back out.

The Distant Sail

I live within the wind swept sea,

I dwell upon the shore,

I hide where sky and water meet

And then are seen no more.

I am the sail, I am the wind,

I am the rocky shore,

I am the far horizon from

Which you return no more.

Bogged Down in the Clouds

You tried to climb the misty sky,

But bogged down in the cloud.

You tried to shrug them off, but they

Clung to you like a shroud

And so you sat there sulkily,

Your face pursed in a pout,

Until the clouds relented and

They blithely let you out!

Balance

And who can balance all of this?

There’s so much on my plate;

I get up early every day

And stay up way too late.

But all of that’s to no avail,

When all is said and done,

If I can’t balance all of this

My world won't be much fun!

Now That's a Shame

When I woke up alone again

I tried to call your name,

But, since I don’t know who you are,

I called and no one came.

It’s not your fault that you aren’t here,

You truly bear no blame,

But I would love to see your face

And that’s the biggest shame.

The Child of the Wild, Wild Wind

Where have you sailed on the empty, wild wind,

How far, far away will you roam?

How long will you linger beyond my sight

And why will you never come home?

Oh, did you know that you carried my heart

When you sailed to the world’s far end?

I could easier live without my heart

Than the child of the wild, wild wind.

I called to the clouds to bind the wild wind

And free you from its siren song,

But they just laughed as they drifted away

And the wild wind urged them along.

Oh, did you know that you carried my heart

When you sailed to the world’s far end?

I could easier live without my heart

Than the child of the wild, wild wind.

When the impish stars all come twinkling out

To frolic with the wayward moon

I’ll beg the wild winds to carry you home,

But I know that you won’t come soon.

Oh, did you know that you carried my heart

When you sailed to the world’s far end?

I could easier live without my heart

Than the child of the wild, wild wind.

So I sit and I watch the wild, wild wind

As it tatters the frothy foam

And I know that I’ll belong to the sea

‘Ere the wild, wild winds bring you home.

Oh, did you know that you carried my heart

When you sailed to the world’s far end?

I could easier live without my heart

Than the child of the wild, wild wind.

Autumn Leaves

With their palms turned to the sky,

They shiver in the sun,

Though the shades of autumn's laughter

Still tint them every one.

Evening Whispers

In the quiet span of evening,

When the moon’s about to rise,

I sometimes think I hear the whisper

Of the fairies' tempting lies.

Just little whispers of the pleasures

Only they can bring to me,

Like dancing on the frothy waters

Of the dark’ning moonlit sea;

Or sipping nectar from the blossoms

Growing down below the stream

Where the frogs and crickets murmur

In their sleepy starlight dream.

Bright founts of starlight splash the grasses

Where they dance without a trace;

Weaving seductively through shadows

Long enthralled by their embrace.

Oh how I long to heed their whispers,

Join them where the moonlight sways;

Dancing, lost in light ethereal,

Where the restless streamlet plays.

But I am not formed out of moonlight,

I can’t dance the starlight sea,

And all the dreaming frogs and crickets,

Never will they dream of me.

For I am bound to live in daylight,

Toiling neath the glaring sun,

And only listening for whispers

Just as moonrise has begun.

Mysty Morning

A little wisp of whimsy
A dash of misty sky
A splash of secret sunrise
A happy purple sigh

Sun Rising into the Mist

That Sweet Puppy Pose

Full Moon Waning - 4 Days of Moonrise

The Dryad's Heart

She wept beneath a summer sky,

The stars her spattered tears.

Though ageless, she still felt the pain

Of all those passing years.

The dryad wept for all the young

That she had never bourn

And for the dreams, once rich and green,

That from her life were torn.

She wept for all the things undone

Before her life was bound;

She wept for all the songs unsung,

Their silent, voiceless sound.

The Dryad wept for summers past

That only she recalls;

She wept for all the streams she’d known,

Their rills and frothing falls.

She wept for autumn’s golden leaves,

All twined within her hair

And for the snows of winters gone

That left her branches bare.

When she was done she dried her eyes

And reached up to the sky;

She plucked the moon to be her heart

As it was passing by.

For it is cold and never feels

The pain of passing years;

And if new stars should fill her eyes

They won’t splash down as tears.

How Many Daisies Can You See?

Look Closely, many of the water droplets reflect the daisies that surround this one.  I LOVE the rain and all the blessings it brings. Especially those most unexpected!

Early Morning Song

The music of the morning
Draws me from my bed
The sweet song of the finches
Lilting in the trees
Whirring of the hummingbirds
Humming of the bees
They form a little chorus
There inside my head

I wish to heck they'd all shut up
Then I'd go back to bed!

Tears and a Tan

She felt the tears spill down her cheeks,

They prickled as they fell,

But also they helped quell the flames

Within her private hell.

There was no way out of her hell,

All roads lead right back in.

At least she liked the flame scorched tan

That tinged her blistered skin.

And so she wept her prickly tears.

But when she’d cried a spell

She wiped the tears from off her checks

And wandered back through hell.

The Moon on a Breezy Night

 

 

 

 

 

 

Whispers against the window,
The wind chime sings a tune,
Clouds are dashing from the sky
The night, the breeze, the moon.

Eagle in the Morning

Look Who Got Caught

He got snagged up in the tree out front when he was hanging around trying to peek in the upstairs windows!

Aging with Grace

Thus as she felt her beauty fade,

The tulip made of sunlight,

Rejoiced that in her humble bed

A fiery bulb bloomed bright.

A bulb so new that when she fell,

Abandoning all delight,

The bed would gleam still with the blaze

Of its ethereal light.

Swallows in the Morning

What is it about a good preening that make you want to stretch your wings and FLY!!!!

Or maybe a good scratch!

Haunted Night

The night’s so dark, I feel its breath

Tingling down my neck;

The rain is sliding down my pane

And pooling on the deck.

I hear soft voices whispering

Behind each closed, locked door…

I think they’re trying to get in,

But I want out much more.

Tulips and Tears

The Vanity of the Sun

As Sol rose up to touch the sea

He lingered near the shore

He bent to see how brilliantly

He shone, and to adore

His face reflected in the sea,

Then he moved up on shore.

For as Narcissus used to be,

Sol’s vanity is lore,

And he insists that he must see

His face reflected more.

Thus even drops, small as can be,

Reflect small Sols galore.

My Father's Face

In the spring, when all his flowers begin to bloom, I see my father again in his gardens and in his orchard. When I sit on his tractor and mow his pasture, I hear his voice in my ear, whispering just below the rumbling sound of the engine.

I'm excited to have Spring so close, the first blooms are beginning to show. I've so missed him, but now

I see his face again, in each new bloom.

My Peeping Tom

Last night, as I lay sleeping snug

Within in my cozy bed,

I heard a soft voice whispering

Within my drowsy head.

I wakened from my quiet dreams,

I felt someone was near.

Then I saw him outside my room

And inside he did peer.

So bright his gaze across my bed,

I felt a strange delight.

No doubt a handsome face like his

Could light up any night.

And yet he chose my window sill

To pause and peer into.

So I invited him on in.

What was a girl to do?!!

The Full Moon in Perigee March 19, 2011