Tag Archives: Poetry

Through Rising Woes …

Evenly onward I go . Rising and then flowing with the downward slopes as they come .

Moving steadily and weaving in the joys as obstacles are flung here and flung there .

Evenly onward I go . And an unexpected moment appears and tips the scale .

Charging fast into the passion of a moment I let my voice rise from the deep , loud

space of fatigue and cry out ” No More !”. Enough of all of the tedious , barking

demands from systems designed to be in command .

I let out my barks and in a moment , or two, I am done .

Released and then I rise through my woes once again .

Reflections on the Season of Giving

In the northern hemisphere we have a chill in the air . Winter storms , at times light and lovely or wild and harsh , that slow down our pace . Perhaps memories of childhood snow days bring a smile as we keep warm inside .

Is it the prettiest package and nifty trinket inside that lights up our hearts ? I venture to guess it is rather the thought and time that remains in our thoughts .

The very spirit of giving is inspirational and contagious . A beautiful flow of humanity creating a web . A gentle kindness towards a stranger can make your own heart sing . La la la …let the joy in and then give it away again .

An extra can of soup purchased at the store and donated on the way out of the door . Check on a neighbor and think of how it must feel that somebody cares .

What better way to celebrate the season of miracles amongst so many faiths than to step beyond our busyness and let people know that they are cared about .

The Quietness of a Snow Day

Awakened even earlier than my usual four o’clock in the morning . There’s something about the quietness of falling snow and the darkness of the night being held by a magical , soothing light of falling white flakes . Cozy inside and watching the delicate snow is both soothing and exciting .

It brings forward the happy memories of being a child and waking up in the night to a blanket of snow covering the streets . A bit of moon light shining across the white making it practically sparkle and crisp , cold air against my face was invigorating . I would open a small window and stick my head to feel the snow and try to catch a snowflake on my tongue .

It always felt magical especially in the middle of the night . I loved way it gave our busyness a break . it would ask , if not demand , that we slow down . To break free of our routine and to experience life a bit differently .

The joy of a snow day remains in my heart and waits each year to be re awakened .

Remembering the Joy of Quietness

A meditative place where hymns of renewal and release breathe .

Where space for calmness and peace reside .

Free from pushing and pulling and instead feel the rhythm of my heart beating

and soothed by breathing .

In the joy of quietness I am charmed by the birds singing and by the light dancing with

her shadows .

Remembering the joy of quietness I am free .

Fiery Orange in the Sky

A light fog draped among ancient trees and hanging in the air . It’s been several mornings in a row now and it feels like the custom . A bit of mystery and quietness into the start of the day like a mediation from nature as the grey mist lingers in the air .

Subtle hints of longer days and temperatures that are more inviting and even a few optimistic birds singing their morning hymns give way to cautious delight .

Deep , striking hues of color play with grey in the sky as the fog floats away . Dramatic splashes of red and fiery orange dance with light blue and the whiteness of clouds . It inspires dreams as much as rest .

Melodious Light

A chill in the air , soft whites and grays and evergreens harmonize like a song of winter .

Quietness and light inviting and threading it’s way amongst old growth trees , carrying

the deep , soul enveloping sounds of an eagle’s call .

Melodious light transcends time and embraces the heart .

Lyrical

Resting thoughts open the way ,

A heart’s inner song rising in the air.

Like lyrical sounds traveling through time

and each beat of the heart making music somewhere .

A lyrical life is what I seek .

Flowing and delicate then rising in crescendo ,

falling gently into subtle rhythms like a soothing lullaby .

A Lone Bison

A moment held and telling a story . It speaks not only of this moment of life’s history and evolution . It speaks of endurance intertwined with fragility and of quietness and courage . The story of a lone bison standing in stillness on the volcano known as Yellowstone and myself , the lone explorer , standing in the threshold of what was and what is . Welcoming the freedom of quietness in a pause and willingly entering the mystery .

Passing Moments

I saw you . A soft and worn smile coming from your eyes inviting and calm . A moment much needed and such a surprise . Thinking of how we can give so much in a passing moment with a shared smile .

I saw you and humbly looked into your eyes . Is there a willingness to share in a moment of our humanity ? Respectful if not and a bit of glee if it is there .

I saw you and thought how two strangers heartbeats might sync for a moment as we pass by .