I spent some time one foggy November day,
walking the beach at Mukilteo. It was cold and damp and not many people ventured out that day. I would say only
a handful of people would take to the beach on a day such as this. The fog presses people to stay indoors, hidden
in their fantasies of color and warmth, unwilling yet to change with the season. Only the adventuresome seek the
reality of life in a colorless, outdoor world. The struggle of day to day existence, in this time of economic
instability, has numbed even the heartiest to seeking the peace God allows in nature. The air was heavy
with peace and tranquillity. The only breach of silence came, drifting over the water, from a fog horn sounded
across the bay. My voice would carry no further than my own ears. Even the crunch of stones under my feet sounded
far away. The tide was high, making the beach long and narrow, and the water lapped lazily
at the stones lining the beach. Now and then a drifting log bumped lightly against some beached timber, scattered along
the rocky shore. In the middle of the parking lot, gathering warmth in their closeness, twenty or more
seagulls huddled together in the chill air. They appeared so comical, each standing there on one leg with their
head tucked under a wing, looking like giant dandelion puffs growing out of the pavement. Nearby, a large crow
heckled the gulls, causing a brief disturbance in their silent slumber. But even that was muffled by the heavy
fog, as were the great metallic birds, pressed to runways in its heaviness. Fallen leaves melted
into the pavement so they could no longer dance in autumn breezes. The grass lay drenched in a silvery blanket. The
trees took on a ghostly hue, draped in sheets of gray mist. Everything I touched wore a beaded coat of moisture.
I could feel the heavy mist wash against my cheek as I walked. My hair hung in limp ringlets. Even my eyelashes
drooped with moisture. The heavy fog remained throughout the day, soaking up each minute granule of
pollution until the air was washed clean. Then, sometime during the night, an invisible ladle dipped down
and scooped the heavy fog high into the sky, casting it to the prevailing winds to dry, leaving the new day to dawn,
bright and clear.
Spring Reign
Rainy days too few and far between return here now and turn the earth to
green
flower blossoms rise to drink their fill dust falls in rivulets from windowsill
trees
spread their branches wide to catch the rain as scattered leaves are washed into the drain
and Mother
raises up her dry parched earth as Angels bring spring rain to quench her thirst
Purple Tears
It happens every spring She cries purple tears when her offering is wilted in the sun and
falls to carpet her feet beneath her spreading arms as she rejoices in the gift of newly sprouting buds that
adorn her with a soft green robe to shade her limbs through the hot summer days
It's different now
It's different now though the sun still sets the same and the birds still sing their greetings when the
night, by dawn, is tamed
It's different now Though the spring still ends in June and the winter sleep
is still but a dream when the autumn colors bloom
It's different now though the whippoorwill still sing
and the evenings rise in purple sighs what lazy summer days may bring
It's different now
Springtime Forest Haiku
Beneath the pines soft needle bed, Forget-me-nots are seeking the sun
Soft Blossoms peeking through
spongy velvet mosses in anklets of gold
Laughing brooks tumbling in water falls over stones glisten
in sunlight
Bears slapping water get wet catching salmon and feast in the warm sun
Flowers
Soft and sensual as it grows are the petals
of a Rose
Pink and purple, white and free pure the
nectar of Sweetpea
Short and bushy is the blossom of purple
and white or pink Alyssum
Sweet as sugar, makes me chuckle when
I taste the Honeysuckle
Bright and cheerful, springing up are
golden yellow Buttercups
Bright and sunny on my windowsill stands
a golden yellow Daffodill
Royal purple and yellow dandies are my
soft and velvety Pansies
Round little blossoms, bees flying over patches
of white and purple Clover
Lots of sunshine and gentle showers bring
forth all kinds of lovely Flowers
Rendezvous
I have dreamed of meeting you in a secret place seeing your face so close to mine your breath so warm upon
my cheek your lips tenderly seek mine my arms encircle you pulling you closer and as our lips meet in
tender bliss my body melts into your arms holding me close your hands pressing me closer with each kiss the
heat of our bodies pressing close in the chill air warms me to the core as we embrace oblivious to the snow
storm raging all around us lost in the sensations of a tender kiss and I awaken to an empty room and
wonder do you think of me now
I have dreamed of meeting you the cold without forgotten the fire
within consuming two hearts beating as one kisses, caresses and sighs the touch filling my senses waking and
knowing you are still there close your eyes and dream again for I am here waiting to fill your dreams draw
me in with you where only warmth pervades my soul the coldness without encircling us in a snowy cocoon
of our winter rendezvous
Soliloquy In Passing
When last I enter through this door Footsteps soft upon this floor
When purple shades drape twilight
still Silencing the Whipporwhill
When barren field in silence screams Awaiting one bereft of dreams
When
windchimes hang in silent grace A voiceless song filling the space
When darkness seeks invading life Stilling
a heart bereft with strife
Then know that I am with you still In silence born a voiceless fill
When
next I enter through this door My footsteps silent on this floor
In Loving Memory
God has come to call again this time he heard His voice. He said your time on earth will end but when must
be your choice.
Your suffering I wish to ease I'll take away your pain. Come to Me on bended knee My
Love will pour like rain.
'Tho loved ones you must leave behind others await you here. The life you've
lived is in your mind recalling brings them near.
Then when their time on earth is 'nigh together we'll
await with other loved ones side by side to greet them at the gate.
And so he chose to heed His voice as
Heavens chorus sings another soul has made his choice and peacefully gained his wings.
The Promise
A Maiden once, dared stand alone beneath a starry night Within her hands she held a dove with wings of
snowy white
Within it's beak she placed a tiny leather beaded purse It held all the little things she
treasured most of earth
Upon the rocks awash with flood she clung with her bare feet Beneath the waters
rushed and swirled where two rivers would meet
In moonlight bathed she raised her arms and bid the dove
to fly Carry my spirit heaven bound beyond the moonlit sky
And so she flew toward the stars beyond
the winds of wings There with no breath to carry her she fell to spiraling
Around and round she spun
into a froth of dewey mist Then softly landed at the feet of one she'd sorely missed
With gentle
hands he raised the dove as tears wetted his cheeks At last she'd found her one true love where once he'd promised
they'd meet
On into eternity her love for him was borne upon the wings of one white dove from whence
she stood, forlorn
Memoires
I always knew it was just a thought away and I wondered if it was that way for you too The simplest
thing would set me to thinking and remembering... A ripple on the water... the rustling leaves in a breeze...
the way the sun made the forest look like a jigsaw puzzle of light jostling the leaves for it's place beneath
the vast green canopy That one visit wasn't enough and filled my memories with longing for our secret summer hide-away
Grownup Child Blues
Smiles hiding teardrops falling on wretched
faces distant too see colored eggs chocolate bunnies send candy kisses on ones breath across the miles remembering and
sadly happy
t, , , e, , , a, , r, , , s, , , , ...of missing you...
As Angels Wept
I just stood there, What else could I do In running I still could not escape, It was everywhere. So
I just stood there and was witness to a most spectacular event.
In
a split second it happened - then was gone, And I alone was exposed to that brief moment of exquisite beauty,
as sunlight struck through the storm, and revealed a rainbow falling all around me.
And I knew,
As surely as the wild beating of my heart, I knew. And my fears became a joy unmeasured, As Angels
wept
My Encounter With An Angel
Today I held the tiny hand of a wee little lass So tight she held my finger her eyes shining like glass
A soft caress upon her cheek bared dimples with her smile and suddenly she reached for me so I held her for
a while This precious little Angel snuggled close upon my breast In moments she was fast asleep her warmth
filling my chest Sweet baby aromas permeated to my heart and when I went to give her back she wakened with
a start Glancing at her mother then smiling back at me She raised her hand up to my face and gently touched
my cheek Then softly sighed and closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep
Winds Upon The Water
Winds upon the water may sing a tender song when little breezes skip and twirl as wavelets roll along Winds
upon the water may sing a long sad tale as waves come crashing to the shore chased by a howling gale Winds upon
the water may sing a lovers tune as waves wash sand between their toes beneath a waxing moon Winds upon the water may
sing a song forlorn as breakers beat destructions path lone light shines long to warn Winds upon the water may
sing a soft reply as ripples chase up to the shore where sand dunes reach the sky Winds upon the water they whisper
words to me when waves of doubt assail my heart just be...just be...just be...
A Soft Farewell
If I could hold that moment so tantalizing, your lips on mine. The lightest touch, barely a breath as you
gently trace a line from my trembling lips, across my cheek with your fingers through my hair and when you softly
whisper your breath caresses my ear
Ah, but alas, 'twas a soft farewell as you gently slipped away and
a shining tear slid down my cheek as I awakened to start my day
Once again you hold me close an exquisitely
soft embrace your gentleness strokes my trembling heart as, on my breast, does silken lace your hands
so gentle press me near and I feel your heart so soft this moment I want to hold so dear yet I know you must be off
Ah,
but alas, 'tis a soft farewell while I wait, trembling with needs and another tear falls down my cheek as I
awaken to a gentle breeze
They be not tears of sorrow though I must let you go for a promise sworn in the
mists of dawn In my dreams, it's you, I'll know Though my pillow, now, lies empty and my heart
feels light and free Soon I'll seek for you when my sunlight fades and the shadows reach for me
Ah, but
alas , 'twill be a soft farewell to the settling of the sun for when shadows fall, soft upon my face 'Tis then,
I know, we'll be as one
Whispering Softly
Morning has broken in whispers of light refilling her senses with dreams of the night
where
passion is boundless like winds of the soul whispering love songs and making her whole
just as the
suns rise spills over the night their spent passions whisper on into the light
Whispering softly
a tenderness shared her soul is now singing with knowing he cares
Released
There once was a stressful time of life when all was not as it seemed I escaped into a book each night to
avoid a recurring dream It shook me to the very core of earth and scorched my soul I despaired of ever finding peace or
again of feeling whole My sobs would wrack my sleep with loss of all I held most dear Each morn I would awaken and
relive nights wrenching fears Eight years of wretched, restless nights not daring to face the source Were finally
ended with pen in hand on papers of divorce
Thank you my friend.
So much loss can be life changing.. yet still, so much remains the same, How can there be loss when still
we retain the memories?!
