Poetry ~ The Widow

she feigns a laugh before she cries

a broken heart with no goodbyes

pain and sorrow have burrowed in

her lover's eyes, a face gone dim

oh, cruel the time, tick-tock, the years

deeply etched lines channel her tears

an empty vessel, she sets course

her sails billow as winds blow north

upon life’s ocean, vast and deep

fate beckons, no time to weep

Poetry ~ The Summit

one day, i will summit the mountain
after i finish climbing this hill
i will traverse the river valley
where the waters run still

one day, i will summit the mountain
on a full sturgeon moon at Lamas
and cast shadows in the high grass
knowing i have fulfilled my promise

one day, i will summit the mountain
with a new perspective and a clear view
when my life below the mountain has passed
on the summit my life begins anew
This poem is dedicated to my brother. Todd, who left this world too soon. I will see you on the mountain, Bubba

	

Poetry ~ Ashes

I've been absent from NaPoWriMo for a few days. I think the sadness of the times has taken a toll. There are so many families dealing with loss and are unable to comfort their loved ones in their final hours. It breaks my heart. When my heart breaks, poetry heals. This poem is for all the souls no longer dreaming and all their loved ones lost in grief.

 “This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.” ~ Rumi
i am not the ashes in this box

i am the lilacs blooming in spring
the new born fawn in the meadow

i am the wildflowers of summer
the eagle soaring above

i am the leaves falling in autumn
the chill in the wind of change

i am the fire's heat on a cold
winter's night
the raven outside your window

i am not the ashes in this box

i am the salt of your tears
the space between each breath

i am not the ashes in this box

i am no longer dreaming
i'll be here when you wake