An Eagle and You …
I’d never seen an eagle at the river before …
But that morning, there it was …
Perched high on the tree near the shore.
And I thought of you
I still always do …
I watched this splendid creature for a while
Sitting confident like he owns the world
and I thought of you
It made me smile.
You left us that day …
Nothing they can do
The doctors say …
I’d like to think that the eagle
carried you and took you away
And came back to the river that day
To tell me … that you were okay
New Year’s Day
I woke to the sound of chirping birds
That New Year’s Day …
The song they were singing
Seemed to say …
“Begin anew
This year is for you
Be free …
Be who you want to be … “
Wisdom finds us in many ways
Even from the squawk of a Blue Jay.
FOR JANICE …
The trees
now scantily clad
Their leaves
tumble to the ground
in heaps …
Like yesterday’s clothes
Laying carelessly on the floor beside the bed.
The November sky
Melancholy … Grey
Time for the soul
To Rest
To Reflect
Winter is on its way.
The Violin …
It flows through me
I feel it … from head to toe
as the strings meet the bow …
The whine, The whisper, The wail
Escape …
My heart sets sail
I am free … finally free …
My soul soars higher than the trees …
I sing, I dance and I breathe.
In truth …
It’s the only time I know that I am alive …
The strings quiver … I begin to shiver
Without music … how would I survive ?
Life such a Complicated and Beautiful Thing …
The world,
tranquil and quiet tonight.
The shops now closed,
ribbons and bows …
Under the tree
the gifts are posed.
It’s cold.
I wrap my scarf tighter, put my hands in my pockets.
The wind blows …
In the silence I hear
the branches of the trees moan.
Bundled in these clothes
I walk alone.
I think of things that could have been.
Different time …
Different place …
Was it a sin?
A colourful glow,
from beneath the snow …
Christmas lights,
shining bright.
All is well.
I’ll go home …
Give thanks
for my wife,
for my life.
It’s true … It’s real.
Yet still …
I think of you.
