Prose and Poetry
Come, take my hand and walk with me, hushed within the winding paths and vines, spell-binding. Come take my hand. Come walk with me; escape to days when ways were gentler, softer, loftier than they seem today. Come, walk with me. Come reminisce, step… Continue Reading “Across the Bridge”
“…Remarkably, it’s oft the shadows that I first do see…” a few words and thoughts inspired by Photo Friday #shadows.
Hibernation…Hope…a solitary bloom…
Together here, we (surely) can survive and thrive and strive to bloom anew.
White, well mostly, bright, as night recedes to dawn’s entreaties, Resting, softly lain upon the tide-moist shore. Grains of sudsy sand, rushing, gushing in with shifting tides, flinging, clinging grains between my toes. Leaning closer still, beneath the feather, delicate and clean, I spy… Continue Reading “Fallen Feather”
Yesterday, sun-risen summer shoreswere dressed to kill, but nowlie gray and chilledby high surf’s crashing, glancing blows.. I spy from window’s sill. Rewardslie there, to be ensnaredat water’s edge, if not delayed,waylaid or swayed by bed sheets’ soft entreat: Forego the beach – surcease! Today, Instead I rise… Continue Reading “Outside my Window”
The unwrit page lies blank, unmarred by words expressing nothing, or maybe something daft, irrelevant. A stoppered voice, in this confined space, unheard, and in its place, the blank and empty face of silence. A toe dipped cautiously into the placid lake of deeper-than-appearing… Continue Reading “Resurgence”
From here, we thought we knew where blue sky met the ever stolid earth terrain below, Sun rays break through wisps one can’t forget, Each day unique, and ne’er a hint of snow. From here, each new horizon seemed to show If troubles or… Continue Reading “Shifting Horizons”
It’s all a blur, a caravan of days and endless nights of faceless frights, When did it begin; when will we phase Into a healing call: emerge to light? Acceptance comes, though focus isn’t right, We turn to note the beauty ‘fore our eyes,… Continue Reading “Focus”
This day, this oft-ignored escape, this place The nascent dawn breathes calm and dewy chill, I’m beckoned, enter in this backyard space, By fluttering finches: “Come, enjoin the trill!” Sudden scramble – feeders newly filled, Squirrels resume their tussling, chipmunks fussing Scurry scuffling soon… Continue Reading “Meditation”
In times gone by, we’d take the family car ‘cross rural backroads, farmlands on display, Expanse of nature’s palette, fields afar from madding crowds that often swarmed our days. These days the world has changed; we shy away from bear hugs, kisses, handshakes, social… Continue Reading “Viral Spring”
Winter’s veil is ever surely lifting from top-iced, frozen birdbath in my yard, Crackling, melting, straining wavelets shifting, While finches perch like sentries standing guard. Perhaps it’s spring thawed days for which I long, For balmy breezes wafting o’er my face, To wake once… Continue Reading “The Reawakening”
This morning, music’s running through my mind, Unending fragments, strains of melodies that play incessant, just beneath – behind my consciousness, a chorister’s peculiarity. Now full awake, I finally realize, Ahead this week, there lies the rationale, Rehearsals, repetitions, parts revised, For many voices,… Continue Reading “Concert Week”