To Wear a Red Rose


The roses were always in bloom,
Rambling along the fence and spilling over
Within reach of small hands.
Picking the perfect small blossoms,
One for each of the boys and one for me,
Pinned to the collars of our Sunday best.
Sitting in the pew, next to our handsome father,
We hear her voice from the choir loft,
Strong and beautiful, with the clarity of the blood
That filled our small hearts.
She sang and we answered, fledgling birds
Still secure in the nest.
Her singing echoes in my soul,
Her song stilled by her choice,
The music no longer her joy.
Today, I will pin a red rose on my collar,
a tribute to her and her voice,
Rose, the music of my life.

Mother’s Day 2012

Kathleen G. Everett © 2012

Rose Petals * * * Litany of Life

Shattered petals fall
Scattered confetti of pink silk
Roses after the rain.

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Deep as blood the sap moves
thru the branches to each new bud.
Life reaches  forward, upward and out-
life redeems life – a resurrection of now.
Every living thing breathes
the newness and promise of more.
Living is moving -living is seizing the air-
singing molecules of being through each pore,
to the unknown song ,
the holy litany of life.

Kathleen G. Everett © 2012

Undertow

Undertow

The wind
Relentless against the trees
Turning the leaves inside out
Sounding of the surf roaring to shore
Waves crashing against the rocks
Pounding reverberating in my chest
The wind
I am tired of the wind
Weary of the waves
Dragged down by the undertow
I am drowning
In the wind
Drowning in the leaves
The undertow
The wind

Kathleen G. Everett © 2012

Mussel Shells

Mussel Shells

Inspired by Karen McRae’s  Shell Games

Washed up with the flotsam and jetsam,
nestled against the gravel along the shore-
some tiny, translucent and tender as babies fingernails,
bright and smooth, newly born.
Others dark and rough, exteriors
striated from years of  water and wind,
pock marked and peeling,
treated harshly by the worlds elements.
An arduous existence inscribed with each line,
etched in every deep furrow.
Yet unfolded, a dull gloss and shine
Signifying the years of thoughtful calcium carbonate,
Lustrous nacre pearlized hidden treasure,
Building an interior life of light-
Years of experience   growth   wonder-
An example of a life well lived.

Kathleen G. Everett @ 2012

Persephone’s Song

Persephone’s  Song

Dance dance dance with me and warm our cold cold hearts,
Spring is here and it is the time of year for renewal and fresh starts.
Settling in, the south wind exclaims the bitter chill-
Faces chapped and bruised with cold, refuse to deny the thrill.
Winter once flung, flees and recedes into northern climes,
Soft sun with tender skies retrace the memory of the sublimes.
Woodwinds and sparrows pipe until clear melodies unfold-
Sweet April sings and dances, reaching for numb fingers to hold.
Dance dance dance with me and I will warm your cold cold heart,
Spring is here and it is the time of year for our indifference to depart.
Dance dance dance with me and warm our cold cold hearts,
Spring is here and it is the time of year for renewal and fresh starts.

Kathleen G. Everett © 2012