The Dark Season

Dark fall scene

She stood
looking out over the landscape
the skies were a dull gray
She longed 
for the bright days of summer
for the blooming of the flowers
and the hum of the bees
Instead the dark season 
lay upon the land
the spent flowers hung as
little lumps at the end of the stems
the leaves no longer clung to the trees
instead, they blew into the low places
cloaking the earth for the times ahead
As she stood looking out
her heart felt heavy
the winter rains and wind

Poetry
Nature

Voices in My Head

Something has changed
somewhere I made a decision
not to listen to the voices in my head
to just move forward
let them clamor in the background
tell me what they'd like
I don't hear them anymore
Ironically what's left
is almost as unsettling
I'm wandering a bit
lost in a world of unknowns
feeling like I should be somewhere
with nowhere to go
I wish I could tell you what I did
to make the voices slip away
I have no idea
Maybe I realized they weren't real
they were figments of my 

Poetry
Wild Heart
Life Lessons

What Are You Nostalic For

Jason and statue

What am I nostalgic for?
simpler times
grace in movement
a strong, healthy body
a beautiful voice
singing my heart out
my son's laughter
family together at the holidays
my mom busy in her garden
buying plants together
these are all things
that slip away with age
one has to find grace 
in wisdom and understanding
one has to work harder
for a strong body
understand its limits
the voice falters
songs are no longer sung
people pass on
either through illness

Poetry
Wild Heart
Life Lessons

Who Were You Before Life Changed You?

She stands
ready for this life
prepared 
from the beginning
strong, vital, alive
deep wisdom
reflected in her eyes
an old soul 
one who tends the fire
of loving, of life
the fire of change
the hearth fire
her playful spirit
twinkling eyes
and infectious smile
drawing others to her
dancing and singing
swirling in delight
digging in the earth
bringing nourishment
for body and soul

Poetry
Wild Heart

What is Asking to be Created Right Now

Right now
it's a desire to follow a trail
this tiny ribbon 
teasing its way through my brain
leaving breadcrumbs 
along a foreign path
my dreams are changing
how I feel is changing
it seems there is a treasure hunt afoot
except I haven't received the list yet
I'm a horse chomping at the bit
waiting at the starting gate
ready to run my heart out
instead, I wait
I'd like to say patiently
but there's an angst to it
the not knowing
it's starting that thing in my stomach

Poetry
Wild Heart

Stillness

Stillness at Sunset

I feel this desire for stillness today. I had difficulty sitting in meditation and yet here I am at the computer and can almost slip off into that quiet meditative state. How does one find stillness in a life-filled day? Moments. That's my only answer. 

I think of the places in my life I have found stillness or quiet when I most needed it. When I worked for a large credit union, I would take my break outside, walking around the building. It was a few moments of solitude in a long busy day. 

Listen to the Wind

Leaf in the Wind

Wind blows
whispering secrets
outside my window
Wake up, listen
there is work to be done
Watch the leaves
scampering across the grass
going to their final resting place
amidst the trees in the ravine
there they will return
to Mama Earth
there they will feed
the next generation
Feel the change in the air
no longer moist and heavy
now dry
almost a sense
of an electrical charge
clasps at my sinuses
making me aware
of every in drawn breath
Wake up 

Poetry

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