Wistful wandering eyes
scattering across
the cool colorless
cloud filled skies.
Desperately
digging through
its shallow
shades of white
in search
for some subtle
sight of light .

During these minutes before dawn
along this trail i walk upon
rugged woods far from the fen
I seek refuge once again.
Into the forest I am drawn.

The world of men has gone insane
news of naught but war and pain
and the hatred all of this has borne
leaves hopes of peace of mind forlorn
so toward a refuge I now strain.

Some ancient astronomers looked at the heavens
And saw mystical creatures.
I look at the heavens and see God’s handiwork.
Stars sparkling against the black velvet of the sky
Like laughter sparkling in the eyes of a child.
Strewn beyond human vision,
Galaxies woven of starlight and miracle fill my heart.
When I see the stars shining there in silent majesty
Against the vastness of space,
I realize how very small I am in the scheme of things.
And yet, He loves me!
His love for me outshines the brightest of stars.

I am offering this poem to Mother Nature
Although through the ages I think she has
heard it all

She is probably laughing her socks off remembering all the libations tossed

People go outside as if it were a
treasured lost art
But it is simply air, trees, animals, earth beneath their toes coexisting in true harmony

She would simply be more pleased
if you were to plant a seed of corn
There is absolutely no knocking needed
to be attuned with her sound garden

Dew drops glisten upon
silver threads carefully intertwined.
Piece by piece, built and rebuilt,
the spider reflects on her work.

What was once a dusty door frame,
has become a work of art.
Through her tears and fears,
something beautiful arose.

Her triumph and escape,
from Hell's all encompassing gate,
finding herself within the mess,
landing safely in her new found web of life.

Get away
A time to remember
Family who really loves me
Learning to love them with all my heart and my soul
Vacation

I poured them all out
Tender feelings
Calmly
Said what my heart thought about
The subject of us
Soft words echoed
In the space between us
Spoken blindly
But true

And the lamp didn't blink
The floor flatly didn't think
The walls just stood there, blank
They all had you to thank
For the expression on your face
Was just the same

And the day drizzled into a storm,
one that rolled gently over the valley
Enveloping the streets below "The Hill"
making heavy breaths, moving slow.

Water, water everywhere...
More than enough to choke me,
too little to float a boat, swim in
or cleanse the soul of the city.

The river runs ice-free this year
no break-up and flooding,
"Canal walk" striding past
Blue Crocus and Pussy-willows

London’s Burning

Their bikes stormed past
the church lane, down
to the end of the road
where the gravel thins off
into nothingness
but dandelions, clover,
and Queen Anne's Lace.

The five boys wrestled their bikes
into a tight huddle, faces flushed from
riding so darn fast, and so darn hard,
hearts pounding inside their youthful chests -
still innocent,
still fragile.