a spring walk…

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.

spring thaw…

snow packed memories melt
flowing into pools of thought
flooding future’s dreams

an unwanted spring guest…

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

even with fear…

spring often offers
faint smells of yesterday’s dreams
hope still lingering

as spring approaches…

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

as a thief in the night…

digital decoupage cwmartin 2012

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

spirit of 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 some of it…

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

from my window…

spring oriole sings
flowers bloom beneath its wings
winter melts away

as spring begins…

 

image by vera krotochvil

patient spring lovers
wait beside the well to see
when wishes come true