This old house once knew my children
This old house once knew my wife
This old house was home and comfort
As we fought the storms of life
A rush of water reminds me of night
Something, I can see but…
is vacantly out of sight.
Dark as it may be,
the earth blankets me.
It covers me with luminescent sky.
Warning me to,
look behind words.
To pull truth from starred gods and…
listen in silence…
to be heard.
This love affair with mother nature has been such as,
a blind date.
a sideways glance from a well versed stranger.
Hints of dodging raindrops.
Nights when paths cross
dreams are caught.
I adore the echo a dog creates,
as it gallops full throttle with
no particular place to go.
The clamor contentment provides while
back scratching in the snow.
The sound of patience whilst on the hunt for crow.
Sounds like thunder
Smells like rain
Feels like dog and the gods, are one in the same.
Simple, a winter’s beach confronting a warm retreat.
Playing the fool I look back to the promised land of your presence.
Playing the fool I smell your on the dusky powder…
shadowed by only me.
Glancing for your love in the solemn pines and abandoned tundra there is no solace below or from above.
Treading softly, as you have taught, where is the peace that once had been sought?
Is it there are the front door, welcoming, soft and gentle?
Is it there in the moments of life without care?
I walk the woods.
I rove the trail.
Snow…knee deep, moments to myself…
‘did I fail?’
Fail to embrace what you once thought to be grace?
Such a quiet, whimsical, being that has left a memory to trace
This winter funeral leaves me in awe.
This winter funeral only betray’s love and her disgrace.