While the Color Sets

My mind drifts off in solitude
Amid the noisy throng.
The chaos of a dozen tongues
The hoarse blow dryers song
Slips far behind me as I go,
A distant little whir.

Behind my eyes I see the sea
And hear its waves a stir;
The hush of breezes through the trees,
The chatter of the birds,
The silence of the meadow grass,
A song of light, not words;
The laughter of the dancing brook
The smell of sun warmed sand,
A hint of wood smoke in the air,
A lover’s gentle hand…

And then I’m startled back to now
And to the noisy here
The moment’s sojourn in my mind
Now lost in chatty cheer,
The bustle of the busy shop,
The real world, loud and clear!

Thank you, Angie!

Whispers in the Night

There is a whisper out my door
Right at the shadows edge
There is a scratching at my screen
Just at the window’s ledge
There is a rustling in the shade
Beside the garden hedge
Oh, could it be that finally
I’m working loose the wedge?

Still in the darkness of the night
I linger silently in pain
Just at the edge of warmth and light
I know my voice will come again

The Absence of Sound

Where are the voices that sing to me,
Where are the songs they sang?
Where are the rhythms, meters and rhymes,
Where are the words that rang?
Where are the thoughts captured in ink and
Scribed in joy on my heart?
Where are the songs of sorrow or praise?
I can’t begin to start.

Where are the words and where are the songs
Where are the dreams they paint
I hear them echoing far away
Lost and growing more faint
Why am I cast on this barren shore,
Shattered, empty, alone?
Why am I punished? For which great sin
Must my poor heart atone?

Why have the voices abandoned me,
Why did they take my song,
Why did they leave me alive, yet dead?
Voiceless amid the throng
Of words that hunger to leave my throat,
To dance across my page;
Bringing a highlight to breathless joy
Or shade to bitter rage.

My songs are gone, the words have fled
And silent is my voice
Until they find their way back home.
There is no other choice.
Look not to me to bring you song
Look not for laughter here.
Look only for a barren heart
Reflected in a tear.

Frost and Mist

Day dawned shrouded in frost and mist
Ice in a heart of grey
The chill of the dawn touched my soul;
It lingered through the day.
Then twilight draped my winter world
So thick I couldn’t see
The curving road, the twinkling lights,
The long way home for me.

I stand adrift within the mist
And listen to its song
I pray that I don’t bolt in fear
And take a path that’s wrong
For I am lost, here in the dark
Within the swirling mist
I hear it whisper in my ear
Of all the turns I missed

I know that dawn will come again
And bring its shrouded light,
Yet I can't help but shiver some
Here in the misty night.
I thrust my hand out to the dark,
Defying my own fright,
And feel the grain of my front door…
I’m home, and all is right.

Dancing by the Sea

Oh come with me
Down to the sea
And dance in the laughing waves

Follow the song
Away from the throng
Down where the salt water plays

Blythe emotion
Wild the ocean
Sweet the salt waves on the shore

Bright as star foam
Call the waves home
Where the cheery breakers roar

Hear them laughing
See them splashing
Come and dance with them, with me

Come take a chance
Let’s learn to dance
To songs of starlight and the sea.

Again?!!! Really?!!!

It globally warmed on my yard again
An inch or so, alright,
But since this is the great Northwest
It should rain by first light

It globally warmed on my yard again
And that makes twice this week!
It hit on Friday with the dawn
Now Sunday night is bleak.

It globally warmed on my yard again,
I’m real tired of this.
This isn’t the way it’s supposed to be
And I am getting pi….. peeved!

My Muddy Buddies - Start the New Year Right!!!

Nothing like a good roll in the mud to start the year off right...

And then a bag of carrots....

Which you share with your muddy buddies, of course!!!