Hourglass My Love for you works like an Hourglass Every time you think it’s empty I just turn and love you more March – 1989

Introductions I saw you on your way today mixed within the crowd Silenced all my words to say sending thoughts aloud There they flew in route to you gliding over shoulders Thoughts that pressed upon my chest as if they had been boulders Perhaps I’ll gather courage making my own way Through the morning travelers […]

Kindness Do not doubt a simple truth that credits all we are However distant it may seem be it near or far A truth that speaks without a sound the core of life within Where every worthy moment known in silence does begin A truth that shows a kinder self alive in each to share […]

Late Again Running home as it grew dark amid the falling leaves My sister in her flowing skirt and I my turned up sleeves The cold air had returned again and chimneys let us know We’d cleared the woods at village end and had not far to go Our backdrop was an orange glow that […]

Listening Seashell to my waiting ear I listen for the ocean Someone told me it’s inside someone had the notion Can I really hear the waves tumbling to the shore Or is it just my innocence that has me hoping for I must admit that’s quite a bit to have inside a shell But not […]

Napping Lying still I close my eyes and trust in all your being Who I am is who you are and faith in me is seeing Yes you’ve made it all so easy asking only trust So small a price for all ones love asleep in most of us A nap is brief but shorter […]

Once How still the air one summer night when youth was yours and mine The lake was sitting quietly surrounded by the pine Not a ripple in its face a mirror to the sky Not to tamper with perfection neither questioned why Was it as if we somehow knew believing was the key Reflecting now […]

Rainbows Rainbows arc the open sky and speak their silent way Halos in an open field to bless another day Rainbows look upon our heads and seem to gently say I know you’ll always want to know just why I went away November 1997

Scarecrow Scarecrow on your wooden cross vigil through each year How absurd to think your grin is one a crow would fear Distinctive in your ragged clothes Sundays, Mondays best Does the farmer ever boast how well his Scarecrows dressed Like so many everyday you fail to see the loss Still so small a price […]

Solitude Solitude may warm the heart or haunt a guilty conscience A single thought, left alone March 2004