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!

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

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.

Memories of the Past

Evening Tide - taken near Old Forge

Memories like cymbals clanging

In each empty corner of each room

Feelings left unfinished

Brushed aside to hide the pain

Of love

Time heals they say

But that is not so

It only deadens a heart grown heavy

And our life when filled with woe

It marks the channel of the oceans current

Changed by our tides ebb and flow

So out on this sea of life we sail

Not knowing the way wind may blow

Poems left for other lovers

Line by line written so

But memories prove unforgiving

In feelings that eyes do not show

Life is like a bottle

Set adrift at evening time

The ride it takes only guided

By the moon and earthly tides

With no control and no clear path

We wander shores of sand and sea

Always searching for love

And in the end find life’s realities

Winter

Winter in its somber white suit

Has covered my world

Allowing sleep to come to Mother Earth

So Mother’s plants can slumber

Tucked under a blanket of snow

Taking a rest from yearly woes

Napping

Soon Mother Earth will awake

Roots to fill with new life

They will bring forth blooms and leaf

We will welcome spring with great relief

In fashion colors under sunny skies

The world below will soon arise

Awake

The Secret of the Christmas Heart....

The Christmas Heart 

The secret of the Christmas heart

Is hidden but quite clear;

It follows us around a lot

And goes from year to year.

Not evident at times to us,

Not meant for us to know,

For the mystery of its secret

Is in the loving that we show.

Not in presents given in December

That with money we can buy;

Not in parties given for Christmas cheer,

Or in Christmas songs that make us cry.

Not in empty hours spent shopping,

Going from store to store.

Not in cards, so bright and gay,

Signed and hanging around our door

Not in a tree cut and dying,

Not in lights that blink and flash;

Not in Christmas clubs set up to save

To give us Christmas cash.

Not in stories about a fat man,

Not in tales of his reindeer;

No, the secret of the Christmas heart

Is not in Christmas cheer.

To find the heart of Christmas,

We must sit and reflect alone:

Remembering the year gone by

And the loving we have shown.

In the time we spend with children,

Helping them learn of life;

In tears shed with others,

In times of personal strife.

In little deeds of kindness,

In listening to a friend;

In walking down the road of life

Straightening all its bends.

In an hour spent fishing,

In laughter to break a mood;

In the good times and in the bad times,

It’s the deeds that people do.

So when you check your presents

To see all that they hold,

Reflect on all you’ve done this year

And the secret you’ve been told.

A Life that just passed me by..........

Quaker Basin Cemetery

Life Just Passed Me By

I felt the wind like the touch of Spring,

Gently passing in the glow of day.

I saw a scene so far from me,

Yet passing just a foot away.

I heard God as I walked the hill.

I stopped to listen and to pray,

And time just passed on by.

My heart smiled, enjoyed, and cared,

As my lungs filled with the sweet Spring air;

And the breeze against my face wasn’t even there,

As life just passed on by.

They laughed at me for I beamed with love,

For the grass that felt like silken glove,

It gave me pleasure and just a bit of love,

And time just passed me by.

I heard the call of the meadow’s lark,

I felt the tree and its rugged bark,

But time had passed me by.

For now I’m grown and now I’ve lost

The simple heart that would have bought,

With a fortune or a ransom lost,

But not even that could stop..

Time from passing me on by.