No hand to hold

Behold – Earth begs our prayers, for peace and beauty, for giving of life, for love of labor beyond self

The new city stands still as mercury rises

The crowd of hosts wait breathless for words

Grief holds on behind masks of change

A mother’s tears are pleading please return to love

Photo – taken at Beaver Creek, CO by gfs

Love is a garden

 

Flowers bloomHawaiian Orchids
springtime yearning
Golden rays
of sun
turn the good earth’s
gardens into love

Hearts believe
thoughts deceive
and wonder
at the ways
Relations turning
ever after
all the times
we cried

Tears became
the sacred rain
to fill the streams
of life
Ever flowing
toward their oceans
where waves
roll ceaseless
still

Robins nest
as cherry blossoms
fill the seasons scents
Rising ever
life’s desires
long to feel
our joy

Photo – Hawaiian Gardens by gfs

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the voice of nature
songs on the wind
whispering pines
Aspens quaking
as an Autumn sun
sets …

does she know
time as measure
what wheel work
fashions the seasons
for our pleasure

waves on beaches
shifting sands to roam
feet will ever wander
places never known

shores sailed by
looking for passages
to the heart
as the flowers
fragrance fades
and the Monarch
leaves
for home …

Photo by grandfathersky near Aspen Colorado 2013

Along The Way


how could we know
what would there be
forever’s flame
upon on the sea

of lives to live
in time and space
and destinies
in another place

where we became
and held onto
the love that left
and thought we knew

the reason for
the fire’s light
we would create
beyond the night

and farther from
the better or worse
we stepped into
this universe

and faded from
eternal sun
which watches now
the forgotten one

who lives without
the life within
the point of light
where we begin

a story told
of ancient days
ours to behold
along The Way

Image: Courtesy of Google Images

The Mountain Speaks

View from Pike's Peak, Colorado, USA


Huddled low within the snow,
wind whipped into a freshened storm,
becoming what the climber knew,
would drink of all he knew as warm.

Drifting mem’ries from far below,
a house and home across the sea,
where summer winds would beckon him,
to come and lift his spirit free.

In dizzied heights and slowly climb,
a mountainside – no two the same.
Not some foreign place to wander …
each holy place, without a name.

Against the sky where angels tread,
this was where true love was found.
Stepping slowly, reach the summit,
stand in awe, then turn around.

But ah! descent a lasting measure,
time to savor a journey’s end,
and trace the trail with certainty,
now his weight – a hand to lend.

Recall the granite face of God,
smiling brightly meant life is good,
but if it frowns and shadows roll,
His temper must be understood.

For creeping o’er the ragged peaks,
unbridled wind from a distant sea,
leaves sculptures frozen on the peaks,
then cascades onward to be free.

And having left this crystal palace,
in blankets o’er the rock and bone,
spirits will gather on the mountain,
to take a heedless climber home.

Corners of the mind

In the corners of the mind
far from where the day is creeping
Dwell reflections time forgot
soulful moments – fitful sleeping

In those shadows of the day
long the twilight will remain
Painting storm cloud memories
far beyond this spring’s refrain

Of nature’s everlasting love
her life returning to the earth
Revealed in rising memories
of lilac fragrance given birth

Eye witness to this miracle
in spring her dreams begin
Ice melt falls into the river
meadows waving in the wind.

Spirit lifts us all in thought
where we will recall the fate
Breathless mingled in between
sacred trust that came too late

And all there ever was before
doubtlessly to lovers shown
Evermore would seal the truth
beyond what touch has ever known.