Poems

Popcorn clouds strewn on a blanket of soft blue
Children at the playground

Trees full and green
Some burgeoned with berries

Quiet
Unrushed

Summer’s quiet
That alone can unwind
The mainspring of a heart
Wound too tight
By heat
And cold
And busyness

So tired.
A tired sleep will not relieve.

Weary.
Not knowing how to carry on.

Let not my mind wander
To that hidden place.

For some,
Music unleashes the soul,
Pent up by worldly burdens.

As aloe soothes a burn,
Music can heal a dry, starved spirit
Bringing it life-giving moisture,
That it may bloom and flourish anew.

Sleeveless shirts
Sunglasses and suntan lotion
Smiling children building sand castles

Ants crawling across the deck
Flies finding their way into kitchens
Grasshoppers hanging out in sun-scorched weeds

The voice.

A marvel of design.

With it we
Speak
Shout
Sing
Sob.

I sit suspended in a bubble,
Enveloped in ethereal sound.

Gradually, tiny colored dots of light arise
Swirling around me,
Emitting notes of melody and harmony.

Real
Enduring
Alive

Sunshine
Water
Trees
Birds

Spring slumbers contentedly
‘Neath winter’s snowy garb.

On a nearby rooftop,
Blades of snow slide slowly to the edge,
Like a skier on a mountain,
Plopping icy, white bits into piles on the ground.

D D
R R
I O
P P

D D
R R
I O
P P

Rain spatters on the windowpane

A child is born,
And an angel is dispatched to light a candle
Which will illumine the child’s way in the world.

As the child grows,
A candle is lit for each person who comes into his life.

These lights help guide and direct the child
Through the labyrinth of his life.