He waits

As the early morning sky 

Grows streaked with orange, 

He waits beneath the cherry tree 

Watching as I tiptoe through the yard 

To catch a glimpse of the sparkles on the sea.

Celebrating fruition

As summer draws to its inevitable close, 

The apples gather in the trees 

To celebrate their ripening; 

That season when they finally 

Achieve fulfillment and fruition.

Sleeping beauty

I don’t know the story of this house, 

But it speaks to me of desolation, desperation, 

Loss and loneliness. 

With no way in, and no way out, 

And no one with the energy 

To fight back all the thorns and thistles 

And turn this house back to a home: 

It makes me ache to see it.

Let us be light

With a glimpse of sunlight 

Through a rain-washed window, 

Framed by a darkened sky, 

Can a rainbow be far behind? 

Let us be the light that awakens rainbows 

When darkness threatens to overwhelm us all.

Where did the summer go?

I can’t believe it’s time already 

For the leaves to be turning red. 

Where did the summer go?

Nature’s consciousness

When the cloud mimics the trees 

On its horizon, we can postulate 

 That nature might be conscious of herself; 

Might even have a sense of humor; 

That the cloud teases the trees, 

And the trees chuckle among themselves, 

And feel more proud and beautiful, 

Having been flattered by her charming imitation.

Asking for help

There will be times 

When “doing what comes naturally” 

Gets us into trouble: 

Minor troubles, for the most part, 

But there may be problems 

We struggle to resolve on our own. 

Don’t be afraid to ask for help: 

Your willingness to admit to need 

Is another’s opportunity to feel 

The pleasure of generosity.