Monday, January 16, 2017

her promise

I talk of saxifrage, the flower that breaks the rocks, and she is eager to know more. . .
'Be you, be a rose!' - I tell her, it takes as much to grow through your thorns.

faint fragrance

through the morning mist 
the faint fragrance of roses 
from within the leaves 
of yesterdays,

how far have we come, 
how much have we lost 
on the way?

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Friday, January 6, 2017

skeins of rain

Each new day brings its own story. . .Into each life some rain must fall ~

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

old dreams

Ah, to brush up childhood dreams. . .

Sunday, January 1, 2017

day upon day

day upon day
a new year quietly unfolds,
surprisingly, there is 
nothing to resolve

just a few words seeking home. . .
I hold them like my own