There is no schism,
no gulf between the winter, fall, and spring
there is a reason for every season,
each takes the best
then adds to what the others bring

This turning year  
a child of war so newly born,
could we give it a day
to dream its infant dreams,
the simple gift of a little peace
apparently not, or so it seems

The sky has made her bed with the waves
together they tumble, windward blown
star crossed lovers, never alone

In the summer
I stretch out on the shore
And think of you
Had I told the sea
What I felt for you,
It would have left its shores,
Its shells,
Its fish,
And followed me

Letters returned to sender
my heart in the blender
fingers burned
lesson learned!

Dark days, it’s never light
I have the lights on all day
Night is starting to close in at four pm
At least it’s a quiet time of year
Nothing is stirring
Typical November
No sun, no moon, no stars

A wide plain covered with setting rays
Warm scented air blowing through the aisle
Tweeting sounds I hear from the birds;
Sweetens my heart and melts all worries

Capturing every moment results in a hypnosis
Suddenly my eyelids kiss each other
My chest raises and slowly lowers,
Breathing that makes me feel sky-high

The trees dance to the rhythm of the wind
I gladly join the moment in my mind
A smile graciously falls without effort:
Enchantment by nature is absolutely gay.

The fight will be over
But we know that's not true
We will always find pain
Right now it may seem
We'll get past all of this
But the soul understands
What we have will not last
Some others might say
That our love is forever
Our hearts know the truth


(Now read from the bottom up)