Winter Trees

The trees have taken off their shirts and barrel-chested stand prepped to take the plunge in winding winter winds. They stand together bold and thin former glory on the ground staring deep at coming days with steely confidence born of wisdom. Calm, and brave.

If I Can’t Go…

If I can’t go, I’ll grow—up to the sky like the trees do; fill up my space like the seas do; stand and be still like the peaks do— a nomad at home in the shadow of You.

The March

What is this host that streams in through the gate? That laughs and speaks of glory of triumph over hate? Of people who have suffered (unknown, unloved, unread) subjected to the cross and stake now marching from the dead? – How conquer you? So many different walks: Mothers, fishers, soldiers, princes, plowmen talk. What is […]

The Stars Speak

Breath mist hangs— and whisps away. Frost grass crunches under feet. The trees point up, their ever-arrow tops aiming the sky, a tent–stretched out– of velvet blackness chill; canvas for the spark, the dot the splattered brightness lavished… a trail of shine-stream majesty flung—across the void. Worlds, and lights and sparks of sights, a thousand […]

Grey Fall Days

Grey days! When the leaves blaze from stalwart trees, then drift, drift away— soft, upon the breeze— to fall and brown and lay like dirt. On days like these, we cannot help but gaze. This is their closing hymn of praise.

Steely Heart

Create in me a heart of steel that does not flee when arrows fly that does not yield to sin or bow. A heart of Garnet, red with bold. A stubborn heart, that faiths through smart when winds and doubts assail my hold— when all my comforts disavow. A heart that does not why the […]

Interdependent

The trees move; they laugh and play, they bend and sway, they wave our fears away— they who have no muscles. . The winds go; they jump and fly, they cross the sky, they race and awe our eyes— they who can’t be seen. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Treasures

But in sometimes, spry, He sprinkles golden bits of trees– a dash of brash and yellow– in a wash of emerald sea. We trust the trees are making the jewel cast from above that much more delicious to watch, and see, and love. – – – Photo by Michael Pointner: https://www.pexels.com

Shower of Dreams

What happens when the sun goes downwhen satin takes the light?When little hands of darkness graspto bring the chill and night? What happens when the air gets coolwith other-worldly airsand greedy gremlins in the darksurprise you unawares? They say it’s always at the Twelk:the time when dark holds swaywhen even narcoleptics sleepand night blends with […]

Contemplation

Contemplation finds itself when moods have stormed away, and I can sit alone and grey upon a cold and cloudy day. I watch the sky slow-rotate round while I wait, lowly, on the ground. So calm when all my fire’s spent I feel the pulse where blood has went from heart to head and back […]