deep in the woods i wondered on a windy new england day and found a lone lilac bush growing strong amongst some rotting boards this place was once a home i thought a place of hope and love where children swung from trees and fathers scolded for chores left undone but all that remains is the lilac bush view it not as a grave stone to their lives and memory but as a living temple proclaiming and celebrating the love they offered to each other
This poem was inspired by a recent post by my friend Marilynn Mair.
you must not confuse my words with meaning meaning is within your soul and i i am but a wildflower intruding upon that well-groomed and manicured lawn of disney thoughts that preoccupy your day best to have another cup of tea and avoid the allure of thought
there are a thousand of reasons to believe that love and peace are possible each one written in god’s own hand on the unfolding petals layered on each new bud you need only to open your heart to see them
it is quite odorless no hint of spring or fall not even a scent of cyanide so the beloved are unaware untill the angel of death’s eyes glow flames in a darkened room lighting the way for the final words good-bye my love
i see you in the night sky outlined in a pattern of stars i hear your voice when the wind blows through the tall pines i feel your lips against mine when the rain falls gently in the spring and yet i feel alone as i walk from day to day a shadow cast by my own yesterdays
i remember longing for those random expectations of spring a new bird’s song the tip of green from beneath the snow how the sound of boots soften when crossing the field or water moving quickly carving ice sculptures along the stream bed and I remember longing for some random expectations for peace though the spring arrived i am still waiting on peace