Cold Nights and Frosted Colors

The cold night settles in once more,
Frosting window and leaf.
As if the world had lost its joy
And lingered in its grief.
 
The world feels emptier tonight
Than it did yesterday,
But a new day will soon arrive
And joy is on its way.
 
I’ll wait as the dark slips on by,
And keep watch for the dawn.
The cold night will give way to light
Though the frost lingers on.

Tangled

 

The sun lay tangled in the tree,
Snared as it drifted by,
And, for a moment, its gold light
Burnished the western sky.
 
But, as she watched, it slipped away
To settle in the sea,
Until all that remained to her
Was just the memory.
 
Yet even in the dark of night,
While all the world lay blind,
The beauty of that gold sunset
Lay tangled in her mind.

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!