Poem from the Past: In the Midst of All Things

I am the moon
Big and round
and bright
a pearl of great
worth in the
Velvet dark
and I
recall her
 humble countenance
reflecting the
Light of the very
        Sun who
shines like
Love upon her
     Alabaster face.

(c) 1 February 2011

Poem: Wisdom Rising - Eleven of 30 NaPoWriMo

The sun at my back
And I, wandering Westward
Wonder when wisdom
Will reveal its Way
Will it be today?
Or will it simply unfold
Like a blossom,
Opening gently while
My soul sleeps
To surprise me with
Its delicate beauty
As I once again wake
And walk softly with
The kiss of the Eastern sun
Rising warm upon my back

(c) 11 April 2015

Poem: The Perfect Day

This day, the perfect
Day, as any other
The sun has risen, there is still
The song of birds at my window
Light breeze dapples sunlight
Between leaves, wafting
Fresh green scent from
Herbs freshly watered
This day, a new
Day, a new vision of hope
Without which there could
Be no other perfect days
No other recollections of love
Nor expectations of wonder
The sun has risen, and I
In my heart know
That the moon will rise
Bright in the night
To shine upon my dreams
Once again
(c) 29 May 2013