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The Reaping
There will be no more warnings
No more shots across the bow
Are we receiving all we have sewn
Or just a memory of times forgotten
No time to cry
Time is all I have to keep
And all now you’ve given up
Faded leaves are washed away
In snow melt seen turning to clay
Rivers run cold as the hills unfold
Letting down in their winter dreams
Maples will fill up-rushing again
For the sweetness of life to become
Was it hard to go with no hand to hold
at the crossroads when waking to dreams
I’ll wonder at this and a thousand things
In the days that are mine still ahead
For today you see I’ve no time to cry
No way to find all the tears
I’ll keep them for you to come when they’re due
In a place and a time left to find
When yesterday came
Photo by gfs – Haleakala Sunset, Maui HI
There was a story
Told by sages
Of times
And trials
Lost to memory
Written in stone
Broken into
Forgotten sands
Such are the pages
History told
In voices
Long silent
Language unknown
Ears shuttered
Truth is not words
The best evidence
Only found
In the fires
Of mind!
Rain on me
This is the moment, the twinkling of an eye
Bells peal ancient hymns through valleys lost in time
Their rivers bending hearts into the seasons of our lives
Rain on me … the words he heard drifting on the wind
Photo: “Mohawk River Valley” by gfs
Rear view mirror
Where were we
When today opened
Its door
And asked
Us to enter
Love’s season
Timelessly traced
The reason away
Turned out to wander
Alone
Summer days wanting
For winters return
While watching
Our lives
Through
Rear view mirrors
While the sun
Courses days
Through our sky
Photo: Winter Stream at John Boyd Thatcher State Park by gfs
Morning Snow
Wake to the dream
Fall into forever
Footsteps melt
Into the morning hush
Of a new fallen snow
Places return|
Rounds we recall
In moments
Moving the spirit
When sunrises
Set in the dawn
Crystal Eyes
what memories
live inside
these words
what feelings
lie hushed
under a morning
of new fallen
snow
slipping
through icy fingers
melting
in her mind
the way Spring’s
swollen streams
wash hilltop
tumble stones
into greening
valleys
maybe he
held her gaze
too long
in dreams
crystal eyes
wide open
where the heart
yearns to hold
onto colors
faded to black
and white
between sheets
of rain
and thoughts of
coming home
Photo: https://wallpaperstock.net/purple-sky-fog-sun-trees-snowy_wallpapers_40503_1920x1200_1.html
The darkest hour
Rounds as spheres reflect the sun
Revolve since time began
A word beget in light beyond
Our wisdom and our tears
This then the silent melody
The music only heard
By ears untuned to earthly things
Were silence seldom roams
Across the reaches space and time
Have come to know our ways
The shadows cast before our steps
Were taken into thee
These the days and hours spent
Longing for the light
The darkest hour came to be
In dreams before the dawn
So these mere words
Could grace the page
And in the eye behold
Some message from this bard
Who left eternity to seek
The fires of the heart
In precious days on bended knee
The beauty of her love
turning tides
in more than words present tense reveals
waste no time as shadows lengthen in the sun
a rising moon is felt more than it is seen
teeming tidal pools run red in the night
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