Spring is coming

When the wind blows through the bowers,

The north wind rattles and rakes the flowers.

The sun is hot but the wind blows cold.

The green is new.

The earth is old.

Neither quiet or loud

I am Neither quiet or loud,

Nor unusually proud

I don’t shrink

But I can think

Which makes me, me.

On days of quiet solitude

I find interruptions rude

When I reach out in kind

I’m so very happy to find

Friends of excellent quality

Friends are difficult to find

The quality I need is rarity of mind

Being unique is a must

And loyalty and trust

Of course they are original

I am neither quiet or loud

My words are precious when found

Spoken in hushed tones

Usually when I am alone

Which is most of the time, anymore

It’s been a long while since words have come flowing. I had to capture them before they wandered away.

Thanks for listening

Setting out


Muir Woods, Ocean View Trail.  Photo by me.

A new trail.

A winding road.

Uncertainty around the bend.

One foot after the other.

Step by step.

Interviewing for a new adventure.

What will tomorrow bring?



So the soul longs for sunshine,

the feet long for the earth.

The man seeks redemption

the son seeks for birth.


Where does the sparrow fly

Where the sun ceases to shine.

Where does my heart beat.

Where your soul does not long for mine.


I’m riding cross the boundaries

I’m riding through the fences

I’m riding along the ancient trees

I’m riding through the tenses


Past, Present future,

Your soul longs for mine

We will find each other eventually

along the forbidden pines.

That Pull

That pull in my belly drawing me toward something….

It wakes me at night from my dreaming.

It startles my thinking, like a groan down deep.

And keeps me from my sleeping.

It steals the peace from my mind.

It’s plaintive crying unceasing.

I set the kettle and steep the tea.

It will take some time for it to release me.

Would that I could

I believe what you said…would that I could rest and rely on it all.

My fate, my future in your hands…would that I could let go and trust.

Your words are always truth…would that I could believe when things get hard.

My mind and my faith are at odds…would that I could bring them together.

What a force a mind and a heart’s faith can be…would that I could make that happen for me.

Nothing would be hard if my mind and my heart could be one with Your Word.  Would that it could be.  Let it be done unto me according to Your word.  I will receive it, and be grateful.

Compressed to importance

My friends are missing, busy, or gone

I seem to be increasingly alone.

Whether by fate or by design,

I know the one thing that is mine.

If by chance I were to flee

Would there be anyone to remember me?

Not that I could just go away

if there was someone that wanted me to stay.

Compression comes as friends depart.

As jobs are scarce

There is no part

For me.

Except with you.

What am I to do

When you no longer can see me?

My beating heart once fierce and proud

Can no longer shout aloud

As pride is gone, and so the girl.

There is no one left behind these eyes

That once shown bright and mesmerized,

The world she held in the palm of her hand.

Tomorrow is another day

Alone is not the end.

But will expose a chapter yet to be writ

And a new role yet to be fit.

Compression strips me bare

So that I can see where to care

And what is really important.