Friday, December 25, 2015

A Christmas Message


A Christmas Message

As ice clings to trees
We cling to our traditions.
Like sentinels marking time
Year to year our traditions hold.

Peace and love the season’s message
Seems so far from our ears today.
For in this world of words spread like fire
Sadness arrives the media way!

So turn your head away from terror
From hate, prejudice, ignorance and fear.
Turn instead to the quite message
Of Peace on Earth this 2015th year.


Monday, November 30, 2015

Loves Return!


Loves Return



Can love break the chains,
The chains that bind you?

Taken from the soul of time,
Long asleep in bosom of the heart,
Torn from an all encompassing mind,
Lifted from the cares of life,
Seeking in the darkest recesses of inner being,
The all-important breath of life.
Yes love can set you free!

An old love returned to break the chains...
The Chains that bind you!

The Trees of Winter


Nichols Pond

The Trees of Winter


The trees devoid of leaves,
Stand like stark sticks.
Lost is their flush of color,
They sleep in winter’s bedroom,
Waiting to be awakened,
By Mother Nature
With her clock called spring!

Monday, November 2, 2015

Words




Words

Words are such a sacred thing
To poets, priests, and sovereign kings
Of Romance born to man and wife
That later cause domestic strife

To children fall the pain and woe
As they listen to words in anger thrown
To cease the pain they run and hide
They cry with no one by their side

If loves sweet words are thrown so light
Allowed to fester in the night
The child will see through vacant eyes

A world that has proved love a lie





Sunday, October 18, 2015

The Seasons that Mark time...



The seasons like life revolve around,
Marching forward with no glances back,
With no regrets, without a care,
Each marking the Solstice here and there.

Spring with all of its awakening glory
Sends breezes through winter chill,
Touching us and bring warmth,
Awakening the giants on the hill.

Summer comes in torrents of rain,
With warmth and sun to ease winter’s pain
Until fall returns in colors gold,

To tell the secrets that she’s been told.