A Moment in Time
Grasping but not holding
Flying without destination
Drifting like a pebble in a turbulent stream.
Floating so effortlessly
Trying to “see”
Where will it end?
Who will I be?
Every memory is a blessing
Until I reach thee.
A Nightly Visitor
She came in the night from
Memories wrapped tight
Packed in emotions flowing
From the soul’s evolution.
She was surrounded by beautiful
Sounds — Like notes of a Chopin
Piano concerto awakening every
Part of my being. Reminding me that
My time may be fleeting — but that I
Have been granted more opportunities
To wander amongst Mother Earth’s beauty.
If only I remain open and understand
That the paths before me are eternal —
Filled with love everlasting.
A Time for Cleansing
Like the branches of white birches bent
To the ground after a heavy wet winter
Snowfall, our democracy has been also
Twisted and burdened by unscrupulous
Grifters for too long.
But it is also true that with the assistance
Of a caretaker who gently clears the snow
And ice from the birch’s limbs, so too
Can we cleanse, through the use of the
Rule of law, all those who endanger the
Quest for a country dedicated to justice
For all.
Reflections Off the Lake
Driving in a circle
Searching for the light.
Remembering the past
Trying to escape the fight.
Mining the recesses of memory
For the moments of love
When hope and future reigned above.
It has been so long since the fulfillment of a Dream
Where to go from here; what path to take?
How to leave a legacy of faith
Yet teach the skills of survival for his sake.
Torn by the Ought and the Is
Can’t see the beginning becoming blinded by the end
What message can we send
Other than: the circle never ends.
An Unmatched Performance
The daffodils and tulips have arrived. They are sending
Messages that they will stay for a while and frolic in the
Early Spring sunlight — as we await the next act of Mother
Nature’s four-part play.
Oh, how wonderful it is to greet each day with the
Emergence of perennials hidden deep within her
Breast. All waiting to appear upon the stage — providing
Unmatched performances for their allotted time — before
They must rest.
The colors of variegated hostas — green and white — shimmering
In the early morning sunlight. Purple shoots of peonies just rising
From their Winter’s rest. Lilies of the Valley scrambling across the
The garden floor sending sweet fragrances to all who venture by.
Reminding them that there is much more to come in this first act
Of the Seasons.
What a joy it is to have secured tickets to the front row
Of this performance. And to be able to reap the bounty
Of what once was ice and snow.
A Deadly Mixture
The lid to the drum is fastened tight.
It is secure. No potential to spill or create a fight.
Not a word to challenge what is thought to be true
By those who have decided that they are Red or Blue.
No appreciation for the importance of nuance
No thinking out side of the Box.
No recognition that liberty cannot be preserved by anarchy.
Not a mention by some that wide economic disparities in our
Democracy
Has created social inequities which continue to go unaddressed.
Like a drum filled with explosive chemicals
Allegedly sealed tight. It is a recipe for a catastrophe.
All it takes is for those whose scared oath it is to oversee its safety
Is to slowly unseal the lid
And bring the mixture into the open
With objective debate and remedies
Before there is an explosion
Which will leave innocent citizens dead.