Mountain Morning

 Mountain Morning

I have been to the mountain top

the view was far and wide

I could even see your house

I won't go today

I have work to do

I remain in the studio

quietly the morning breaks

in the shadow of the mountain

the sun rises on the other side

the day clear and inviting

come dip your toe in the water

the water rises as I step in

I am over my head

it happens more often than

I like to say

I think of you

that October morning

or was it September

That's right, it was September

September the 8th

from that day until the end

I will remember

the first day we met

you were just a boy

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Mother

 Mother

 

mother, a simple word

just six letters

 

“m” is for mine, meadow, meow

all the wonders of the world

wild meadow orchids

including all the colors

 

“o” ordinary, extraordinary

like the shape of a bird’s nest

a place to call home

a place to rest

 

“t” touch, tingle, tomorrow

time to feel 

shape of earth

 

“h” Henry, hobnob, 

hop skip and jump

helpless/clinging

 

“e” early, elbow, eyebrow

center of the circle

center of the world

 

“r” real, ready, regal

a little prayer for my mother

said out loud

or whispered to myself

 

my own, the one and only

MOTHER

mother

mama

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Take My Gift

 

Take My Gift

 

take my gift I give to you

bend it 

break it

tie loosely round your neck

 

it is visual

without words

colors to behold

like a ring round your finger

 

it sparkles and shines

springing rays back at you

if you listen carefully

there is a little hum

 

I don’t always know 

what is meant

sighs and symbols

keep you company all day

 

I work quietly 

in my den

a mother's cave

a sacred space

 

I hold my hand out to you

I offer you my gift

take it as your own

take my gift I give to you

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Change of Season

Change of Season

 

the morning crisp

memories of other seasons

embedded in the wind

 

leaves turn

a darker green and gold

waiting for the day they will fall

the final performance

 

it happens this way

one morning 

suddenly the leaves let go

all dancing, whirling in the air

 

drop to the ground 

carpet of spring leaves grown old

dried and golden, a crunch under foot

 

 

 

 

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tick, tick, tick

I am amazed!

I have experienced "time" all my life

and yet, today, I realized

time seems a certain way

tick, tick, tick

and yet, I have been aware

that when doing cetain things

I have said, "my...time flies"

today I was thinking about this very idea

and aware the hands of the clock seemed to fly

12:30    1:00    2:45

there was no distance between the numbers

what was I doing? you ask

I was paiting in the studio

and knew I must finish by 2:00

working as fast as I dared

I coved the surface with a coat of paint

knowing there was no way 

I coulnotd reach the finish line    in time

I stopped and penned a line