Sunday, February 4, 2018

FEBRUARY 2018


How could I regret
slipping from my warm bed
into the cold garden
toes and fingers tingling
frozen grass crunching 
beneath my feet to catch
Luna newly revealed in all
of her post eclipse glory
before she slipped away
my only regret forgetting
to share her beauty with you 


Now I must turn away from
earthly woes and trouble
once again refresh my spirit
how can my heavy heart not
smile and gladden as spring
zephyr teases even taunts
bright Daffodils swaying gracefully
in this morning's warming sun
already my heart feels lighter
each breaths become ever deeper
nature once again rescues me
reminds me of all the beauty
still abounding all around if
we but see and accept the gifts
delicate balance will be restored


My only regret is
that the delicate scent
of violets cannot
be shared with all of you
please use your imagination


Winter Oaks have the best bones
the way their twisted limbs
reach high into the winter sky
as if pleading with the heavens
to bring needed winter storms
deep thirst quenched at long last
after enduring summer's drought
at other times they seem to dance
reaching out bare arms to one
another as if trying to embrace
standing still yet eternally in motion
as their bare bones are revealed
to us in deep winter holding
hidden nests in their generous
arms until next spring when fresh
soft leaves cover their nakedness
once again providing shade and shelter


On those days when our spirits
are a bit low burdened by world news
we head outside for fresh air
sitting on the steps leading
into the garden at day's end
looking up suddenly there it is
serenely sailing into view as if
summoned by extra-terrastial magic
SS Enterprise to the rescue
oh yes please....beam us up, Scotty!!


Sometimes our creative fires
are banked as if on a cold night
when we huddle against
darkness and things that go
bump in the dark unsettling us
yet all it takes is a gentle poke
a bit of prodding and stirring
some gentle huffing and puffing
thus encouraging the embers
quietly hidden cozy in the ashes
to spring back to life again
soon flickering with bright flames
not dead at all merely resting
patiently waiting...just out of sight


Often just a glance outside
into the garden can spark
creative fires to flare up
nature does that showing
us such stunning beauty
simple illuminated moments
how can we not feel inspired
to capture them share them
in both both image and word
with kindred spirits out there
is that not what created
this nourishing space right here


Nearly full Luna at last
storm clouds parted
revealing milk glass moon