Nothing More…Nothing Less

Nothing more whimsical than wild turkey’s in the evergreens

A dog’s stubby knees

Frisky felines pretending to be sweet

Heifer’s that refuse to take a seat

Soft Cotton

Today, I envisioned her for the first time…with older eyes.

As though I had been staring at the sun far too long.

Sight dusted by light…a slow fade to dusk.

Her smile…mild and pleasant like twilight on a warm summer’s day.

Gracing and caressing…gently strong.

When night falls, the darkness becomes my love…soft cotton flannel for the dim skies so long.

late summer in New Hampshire

In the dancing shade of the morning pines
I go searching for her spirit.
Year upon years, this is my choice, by design.
Year upon years, full knowing her shine is something I will never find.

In the oddest of manner, her actions remind me of mother and her nature.
How an awkward summer breeze can bring the charm of relief.
With her hands flat against a wall,
cynically…always leery of the fall.

It is in her purposeful silence that she makes the greatest remark of all.
Arms wide open, her innocence so green.
Having sustained an ocean of gray…
Seemingly born to jump the waves.

These morning thoughts cannot be introduced to anyone but myself.
It is in her rare laugh that I, too, shine.
I am weathered with its glow.
Such as the unavoidable seasons.
In her earthy silent remarks…it is there I find reason.

to Listen…Again

It is so quiet on the hill.

You can hear the crickets yawn and the grasshoppers stretch.

The ravens above echo, silence, such a simple thing.

It is so quiet on the hill.

You can hear the squirrels chew and the chipmunks sigh.

It is in these moments, I learn to listen…again.