White Forest  Deep in the heart’s dream, as deep as any forest, lying amid the debris the ancients left for others to peace, lie dreams of today’s children yielding only to their passions, asking the chance to manifest. Are we not today’s keepers, charging a new reality for the dreamer’s chance for glory? Asking only…

 Over a half century ago when I plunked our younger of less than a year into his crib for the umpteenth time, (he learned to climb out at nine months old), frustrated beyond measure,  I shouted at him,  ‘why did you choose me as your mother?’   And as I heard the words of my mouth…

      Paper Money   I throw the covers back to the still and chilly air and feel my way along the wall to the patio doors. Slowly I check the catch to find the door unlocked. I alarm each door to keep the burglars out. Funny I think that even now I check…

The Teacher  (The Socratic Departure) I will drink this cup of gall, swallowing the bitterness setting fire to earth’s waste. But first I caress this chalice. Its depth mirrors my heart, shaking the foundations of my very own selves. Now splendid trepidatons challenge the ultimatums by which the earth rocks. Challenge me, o gods, not…

      You Must Not Think You must not think it’s useless to have trudged the overgrown path to make a road easier for the one to follow. We must grow up and put on training pants. It is time. We must develop discipline to house the night’s pleasures and discipline to work our…

      Life Everlasting   Without ears to hear, he hears. Without eyes to see, he sees. With heart he understands the small musings of this limited mind. I can see, I say for this is mine. . . only with how I perceive this limited existence. Fair enough, for this time,  I think,…

    You Washed The World You washed the world with my love and took it and made a valentine of my heart. You washed the world with a blanket of snow and lace formed on my eyebrows and made my lashes heavy with snow. You threw me down and I made an angel with…

Believe because it is true. . . . . As we approach Valentine’s Day, to all who are bereft and do not or have not known love, what is missed is something you have known somewhere at some time else you would not know you miss it. One day it will be yours again.  It…

    The Winter Sky The winter sky shimmers with the flints of the icy shards falling with purpose. The glint of them, love, has you remembering the long nights in a sometime past. Where and who you wonder, shared the beauty, sparking a million stars, in a time not to be repeated? It was…

    Upon Entry Upon entry, we shed the mufflers and the gloves, the vests and boots, ready as any warrior to fight the cold. The hot tea is a choice companion for us, as we sit and warm ourselves before the fire. A promised relief we find in each other, as we no longer…