A Winter of Content

Summer's remembrance

Of exuberance outgoing

Of times at play,

And doing, and making,

And laughing, and out there,

Being seen.

But our heritage is hidden

So in true summer fashion

Mayflies in action

We flit and buzz.

Incessant fanatics

Who've lost even seeking,

In copying their antics

The livery of gold

Rustles in green

Heralds coming dark.

Calling-in the day

And preparing the way

Of surrendered exuberance

Prepared to stand bare

In the silence of Winter to come

Let the leaves fall

And let the mist settle

On ponds become placid

Abandon the market

Search out our roots

And make our way home.

There to sit

In the glowing silence

Of our true home's fires

Surprise

I'll not die a single time

Nor etch a wall with a single line
To gain a mirrored lass for me

For I have seen deep in my heart

Love's Goddess in there making art
Of all my wiles and all my ways
So that I can live each day
With Joy my Love, She's here to stay.

Though she tries it to conceal
Tries hard not ever to reveal
Her mission true is Goddess scent
To probe my heart for another rent

But I will say quite cheerfully,
You may be seeking, but you will see
That Heart and Soul, will not relent
Till all your efforts are quite spent

Unless of course you really trust
This world though it is made of dust
Is hiding deep within your Heart
Love's God who's in there making art
Preparing yet another guise
To offer you your own surprise


These words were called, These words responded.

Life, an eternal circle.

A Fool's Spring

Heroic effort's lost
Striving valiantly
Against a current
Of strife and life

Chopped and cut
Sliced and diced
Peeled layers bringing
Tears to these eyes

A tragic vessel
That will not sink

Surrenders to drown.

 Then resurfaces, born anew

His uncertain hands

Plant fresh seeds,
And cradled new life
Springs forth renewed

The single fool
Shoulders his swag
Searching again for
The ends of this earth

And there he sits
Toes dipped silently into the infinite.

Casting a line to plumb forever
And only catching these passing moments

Absence

In the silence of absence

Our memories re-create

The echoes of what once was

Surging out, then rebounding

Our memories froth and foam

In roller-coasters of reminiscence

That return us again and again

To the comfort and shelter

Of our own Personal Bay

The swells, rips, and familiar turbulence

Of this murky water our proof

That this world is yet a solid place

Even if unseen fish

Still tickle our submerged toes

Surely this is preferable to

A crystal clear lagoon with water

Possessing such clarity that

One will certainly fall through

Into Heaven. Beyond