I got a new guitar; this is my first “production”. Listen with kindness.
April 1; Easter
Rising before the sun,
I catch the apex of
The full moon,
Light cascading
Through the sky,
Making a promise.
The rosy glow
Of impending daylight
Mingles with
The strangely frigid air,
A winter anomaly
On this Spring marker.
I fill my lungs
With believing,
Closing my eyes
Against the angst
In the world,
And choosing to
Live in the
Light.
February 12
Though I can not
See you,
Your presence remains.
A swift folding of wings,
Caressing the crystals
As you escape
An unknown
Disaster.
Rolling through
My thoughts
Are flashes
Of flying
On my own,
Power long since
Relinquished to
Passing years.
My heart flys
With you.
January 22
The forecast
Hangs over our
Heads like an
Unmade decision.
Colored blobs
Of radar advance
And retreat at
Whim.
Two inches,
Six inches,
Ten to twelve.
As the creaking
Trees bend with
The bluster
Of wind,
We wait.
January 17
Tracks, like memories
Tell stories.
A silent tryst
In the night,
Fear of being
Found,
Or finding.
The rising sun
Reveals the
Twists and turns
Of life.
I am reminded of
Who I was,
And who I hoped to
Be.
To walk away
Leaves as many
Footprints
And scuffles as
To stay.
Perhaps the
Most interesting
Tracks are left
By the deciding.