moon oft reminds
mystery sublime
mother for very first time
father full of Abba’s duty
star rising east
pales moon mist clouded
heavens foretell life shrouded
my heart weeps for their unseen loss
Bethlehem hills
as donkey nears gate
careful of rider’s slight weight
seem to call tired trio home
tis birthing eve
journey now distilled
parents’ vows will be fulfilled
manger and promised birth await
Christmas Blessings to you this night and all through the year
creator’s forefinger
dipped in enamel orange
drew for me glowing globe
hues showed spent night fleeing
full moon, setting,
so…
memories shimmering
drawn from consoling lake
heart touched by aching hope
too soon yet too long known
breath sighs, letting,
go…
poetry hungering
soul hurt lingering soft
song reft by chances gone
life sought wrapped well within
friendship, netting,
oh…
Spring has sprung
the grass has riz
I wonder where the posies is
why, here they tiz
a memory note: my late parents always gave each other a version, changing the last 2 lines, of this ditty each first day of Spring
they would hide their note for the other to find during the day
