One Note at a Time

On a warm spring breeze,
Birds chirp their greeting song,
Children play kick ball
On the green grassy knoll,
People laugh while embarking
on their Sunday afternoon stroll,
Tulips peak out from their flowerbeds and,
City lights sparkle in the night;
He strums the strings of her heart,
One small note at a time –
Erasing sadness encased,
Breaching a hedge of grief
Whereupon drapes her heart;

When he passes by her window
Waving to her one more time,
She aims to shed not one more tear,
And tries to wear an unending smile;
Yet, while the world sleeps
And she is on her own,
No use pretending,
She’s far away from home,
Far from the solace of his arms;

Lonesomeness consumes her heart,
Desiring to hold him one more time,
The tenderness of his gracious love and words;

He strums the strings of her heart,
One small note at a time –

City lights sparkle in the night.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!!!

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My Garden

I feel the need
to grow something living;
I chose tomatoes, green beans,
parsley and dill,
three types of peppers,
basil, onions, and
two types of squash,
and a bunch of kale.
I bought the best dirt,
and bright colored windsocks,
and hung from the trees
many wind chimes for me.
I love the sounds of all the birds
singing though-out the day,
but I hope to keep them from feasting
on my soon ripening treats.
Watching them grow
brings me great joy,
I am keeping my fingers crossed
that they don’t die,
due to birds, pests,
or dried up soil;
Wish me luck!!

A Living Sea

Her eyes gaze upward and witness

The bluest sky of some she has seen,

Issuing forth strength to her weakening soul,

Pure, warm – a living sea;

A towering terrain she plants her feet,

A flowing stream to point her toward

Realms beyond her simple child-like dreams.

She captures a glimpse of sunlight’s smile,

She sings a song of happiness,

A faultless peace, a gift of love;

Illumination creates merriment, and

Dominates her soul,

Disquiet and difficulty fade away,

An age of joy will be her harbor,

An age of love will keep her clothed,

An age of rest will be her guest,

Her spirit soars as sunlight washes ashore.

I Give to You

A cup of coffee, a glass of wine,

Which do you choose at this time?

I give to you whatever you want,

And that will forever be my sacrament;

I give to you my heart and all,

My love for you is an endless waterfall;

I hold your heart in both my hands,

I’ve continually alleged your love is grand;

No holding back – for all to see,

I’m yours forever, no one else for me!

Sweet Rest

I yearn to lie down

On the soft green grass,

And feel the sun’s warmth upon my face,

Allowing my mind to find a peaceful rest,

And put the day’s troubles in a box

Stored away for another day.

I long to hear the birds sweet songs,

And watch the harmony of the leaves

Dancing and floating by the wind’s soft breath.

A sigh released from deep within my chest,

I close my eyes,

And rest.

Your Song

I pray you find

The peace of heaven

While angels dance and sing

Your song; I hope you look

Upon the blue skies

While clouds with

Cotton candy depths

Drift slowly on home;

I wish you all the happiness

That abides forever within

The ever swiftly moving waters,

Where hopes and new dreams

Abide in all men.

Who Will?

Hearts yearn for all lost,

Journey’s quest uncharted,

Tossed to and fro-

By life’s stormy waves.

Who will show the way?

Who will hold the hands?

Who will embrace those stumbling?

No words spoken.

Captured Heart

My heart is captured

By new hopes- with dreams

Wished upon the falling stars;

I embrace them near,

With anticipation,

With promise –

They arise true;

Holding them tight,

Not letting them steal away,

Not allowing disappointment

Or sorrow;

With a open heart –

I search the sunbeams,

And moon shadows,

I cling to my dreams.

Happy 4th of July

Happy Happy 4th of July!!!
May you have a fireworks of a day!!

He Waits for Her

He waits for her coming

with the morning’s first light,

sunlight orchestrated with the

sounds of heaven wakening

dark corners.

His thoughts linger lovingly

with visions of mid-day encounters,

as the breeze plays,

gently brushing the willow tree’s branches.

An Old Woman

Beneath the shade of an old oak tree,

there sat an old woman

completely free,

humming and singing

an unfamiliar song,

with sounds so sweet

and words not long.

Her white sun-kissed hair

blowing like a running mare

on the tails of the wind,

and her tan leathery skin,

draped with a dress

vibrant in colors

and apparently unpressed.

A spell she cast on me

as I sat near,

how lovely, how serene,

with smells of sweet flowers

awakening in the spring.

A warmth filled my soul

as I closed my eyes,

how peaceful was the

never-ending blue sky.

I could stay there for hours,

no time was addressed,

I had no where to be

and,

I needed the rest.

Life’s Blowing Wind

The wind of life blows through me,

At times- it whispers,

At times- it wails;

Allow my soul to be a reed,

And sing a song that never fails,

Wordless singing is clearly true,

Either wailing wind

Or skies of blue;

Give me joyous musings,

If you please,

While in the distant church bells ring,

Birds dispersing magnolia seeds

Along tree- covered silent streets;

And, as sunset wraps herself in dress of gold,

Emotions fade like falling stars,

Streaming past heavens wide and far,

Swiftly subtracting wounding words,

Allow my soul to sing a song.