Poetry ~ Wintering

Our home in the Okanogan Highlands
i am wintering
in a cedar-shingled chalet
in the northern highlands

mindful of a waning eventide
as a ribbon of light waxes
on the distant horizon

tethered to the land
by drifts of snow
and icy roads 

i am wintering
in the still and silent beauty
of winter

Poetry ~ The Speakers

have you heard them?
the speakers?

there are too many to count
and yet few have been
successful in their quest

they have come to us
in every age
on every continent
walked and spoke
amongst every culture

the echo of their words
are found in great books
ancient writings
sadly, their meaning
distorted
lost

listen
 and you can hear their echo
of compassion
service
cooperation

the speakers
our teachers
imparting wisdom
on how to live together
serve humanity
and the world

is anyone listening?