What do you say when a certain someone asks you
to walk down this forest path side by side
for me I look at her and simply smile
and hold out my hand one more time
for in this moment that the sun trickles down
through the springtime fervor
of the trees that mighty roar with life
I cannot hide it
nor deny it
but simply in this moment drink deep and
in the arms of love abide
for i still yet cannot stop shivering
in breathless anticipation
clad in white robes breathing deep of pine
Tag: poem
Rendezvous
he leaps down the embankment slipping
on the rain soaked grass
oh well the flowers catch him softly
and then up he springs and off again
for if he has a chance of being on time
he must across country run
if he doesn’t want to keep her waiting
and shamefacedly arrive ten past one
so up the other side and across the
train tracks and down the cobbled street
and then he spies the cafe and through the window
she sits and raises to her lips a cup of tea!
and underneath awning he slips through the heavy door
sits across from her in that antique upholstered chair
and though he’s out of breath
she’s smiling red cheeked herself
brown sparkling eyes laughing
face framed by windblown hair
Long Time Coming
to dwell on dreams of heaven
doesn’t mean that i don’t
care about the air of earth
i do i swear
yet these chains
chafe fiercely
i cry out for a little more water
and shade my eyes
light light unyielding
i submit to that which i confess
in flowering agony
take the cup and plumb its depths
i will drink it!
Inheritance
tip tap the bird sits upon
the window ledge
and see how the oak leaves
flutter down
upon the yellowed grass
oh has it come to this
though the newspapers weep
i now see that the season
has come
autumn at long last
summer falls streaming on
my uplifted face
for even now my heart races
in the grand consummation
of even the dance of ages
for it has now come to past
that the invitation upon the table
has not been for nothing
no no says she look at the signature
and the wax still dripping
and see out the window the carriage
it is here it is here
far sooner than i could have imagined
far later than i long have wished
these groaning bones have no complaint
no longer
the grass so green under my feet offers a lullaby
and i see the vines leap upwards the strong wrought seaside tower
tick tock sea spray falls
Bricks and Ivy
rain drip drips down from heaven
and she shudders
pulls her collar up
in the unexpected cold
yet her thoughts dwell on abiding joy
for as expectant darkness hovers
the morning birds their songs sing
even in the damp
on gallops spring!
Delighted To Be Sure
she deflected my question
as she leaned back against
the old antique stove
and asked if i wanted a cup of tea
what could i reply to that
but sure
and then as she busied herself with the kettle
i turned back to the table and cut a couple pieces of cake
one for me
and one for her
so now when she handed me the steaming mug of chamomile
i was armed and gave her what she’d had her eyes on
this whole entire time
the chocolate chocolate cheesecake that was her greatest dream
and as her eyes widened in that characteristic joy
i grabbed my mug and sipped and almost burnt my tongue
yet it was worth it without question
to see that smile that never fails
to outshine the sun
Louisa
lightly she galloped up the mountain
her feet barely touching the rich green grass
instead she soared and leaped and yes
even flew
as her eyes focused on the still higher
quickly moving stream
for if she dared to cross it
and win the alpine meadow for her own
there’d plenty of wildflowers to pick and treasure
perhaps even a wild mountain rose
and then when she had a full and hearty bouquet
then she would be happy to descend at pace slightly
more leisurely
but wonder do you what she did when all a sudden
clouds sprang upon the scene
and thunder bellowed and lightning struck
and rain soaked her head to toe
perhaps her fortitude would be sorely tested
and her spirit promptly damped
but instead her eyes shone all the greater
and still up the mountain she danced
for a little rain was not enough to thwart her
and into the teeth of the storm she laughed!
and soon enough the clouds gave up the onslaught
and the drenched young maiden continued on
her hair wet and dripping down her back
but who cares for that when again
shone the sun!
and finally near dry she crossed the little streamlet
and let her feet feel all nice and cool
but not to be too distracted
she kept her gaze pointed at the wind tossed rainbow hue
her flowers were here and hers alone and enough for an armful
and many more to spare
oh but what is that whistle that sounds from the hut on the horizon
is it another little girl now coming out to play?
perhaps they can gather flowers now together
and sing and dance and laugh and pray
and then a hearty supper of stew and boiled potatoes
and lots of berries black and sweet
for though flowers are nice to look at and truly very lovely
a bouquet is not at all for one to eat!
so now the maidens tired at last from all their toils
sit around a little fire and look at their flowers dear
and eat their fill and a little more still
and whisper of things they fear
for the night has come and dark has fallen
and ghost stories are fun to share
yet the girls hearts are full
and their feet are warm
and they have flowers in their hair.
Fountains
once upon a time in a world not so different from our own
spoke a man to a woman of truths of things unseen
and though for a moment she hesitated wondering if perhaps
he spoke in a way that seemed insane
instead she listened for a moment more
and in that moment for eternity
her life was changed
so why now would we not think more deeply
on the myth that just might be true
and consider what it means
to believe in the one
who died and rose
and even now stretches out a hand
to you
Banquet
pay closer attention to these things your ears have heard
rest your eyes upon these green and lush pasturelands
through the gate which before you rises
enter in for your salvation!
for chief is this cornerstone
this festal sacrifice upon the altar laid
light of the world in whom we have true and perfect rest
oh blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!
do not drift away from our solemn and most sacred faith
feast on sweeter meats that are passed down the table
and rest your soul upon this precious faith of which
author and perfecter is
our good shepherd
Jesus
Wildflowers
i yawn as the early light tiptoes through the blinds
breakfast is really simple today she says
and that’s exactly what i’m in the mood for
scrambled eggs and toast with avocado spread
later as i sip my black coffee i say
these quiet springtime mornings
are my fav
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