A Note Of Explanation

A Note Of Explanation

Along the oak clad drive are roses tended sometimes by great uncle Arthur. Abandoned croquet wickets still stand Amidst grown up lawn grasses. Seldom sat in wooden chairs receive rain. I want to leave here in a slow soft rain; To not really understand the destination...
Come Here

Come Here

Here there is always laughter Filled with love, gracious. We can here yet see a curved moon. I know you own sadness And sadness walks these fields also.bur here we learn to walk sadness, To become surrounded simultaneously by fields of green strongness now near absent...
Thinking Back

Thinking Back

Often, when she thinks back and takes comfort to herself for becoming a golden scout, cheerleader captain or member of the choir; an edginess descends; uncertain sadness comes. She then recalls those times, when, as a stranger she awakened; so lost and alone; not able...
Inside

Inside

Thank you for always seeking. Always inside every aspect of me is you. You are all I desire; you are my every hope. My most beautiful certainty is your presence; My every step is you within me. You lift from me Every aspect of being afraid And allow me kindness and...
Before You Arrive

Before You Arrive

Anticipations enfold me; ceaseless murmurs always sing inside my eager soul; like an invisible choir put there to energize each breath. Today I no longer listen for Earlene the dog to bark the postman’s arrival; hoping for confirmation of acceptance in some...
On A Late Winter Night

On A Late Winter Night

While we breathe the first flow of arctic air, ice embraces fallen leaves, moonlight begins to fade. The oak branches, now as empty as rose stems appear, while the light of morning begins. There are no shadows. I know sunshine soon shall reign, will reassure each fig...

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