I celebrate this Spring of my life
leaving the gray winter behind
to grow younger with every step
greening again on the vine
with days of sweetness in store
with you, my love,
with you
with you
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A Farewell
In one week, I am leaving the house on the cove in the center of the Ozarks.
We have lived in this home for over 18 years and in the Ozarks for over 30. This land is one of the great loves of my life.
But now we leave.
Moving one thousand miles to the east. To the foothills of the Smoky Mountains and a new life.
I will miss this land of steep ridges and deep fern green hollows. And I don’t know how my writing will change. This beloved land has been my muse for now much of my adult life.
I am excited for this new adventure. And it has all happened with such suddenness and energy that I have no doubt it is exactly what and where we are supposed to be.
And with that certainty, I have little grief over leaving. I know I am being given another great love of my life in our new home. A home very much like my beloved shack in Arkansas, but this time tucked into the foothills of the Smoky Mountains in a small village in western North Carolina.
My husband is going home to the state of his birth and home to his family.
We are both going home to a place we never dreamed of until a few months ago.
I will keep in touch, Dear Reader, and I will find a voice in that new place and my writing will follow its course – The Course of Our Seasons – a new and beautiful adventure.
Kathleen
he kisses me
he kisses me
absentmindedly
as if he has better things to do
distracted by whatever
is in the foreword of his inner workings
tick tocking behind his blue eyes (those eyes!)
sketching plans on invisible whims
to catch the first train out of the station
riding heady currents of his singular thoughts
he has slept in my bed
for a thousand years
dreaming things
that have nothing to do with me
what has love got to do with it
everything
Birds in the Sky
Birds in the Sky
I dream of your kisses
And birds in the sky
And God.
I dream of your breath
And houses that are mine
And places I’ve never lived.
I dream of your mouth
And the sea salt smell of the ocean
And the taste of honey.
I dream of your hands
And the life that I live
And the feel of the earth.
I dream of your kisses
And the birds in the sky.
*** it has been such a gloomy few weeks, I have decided to revisit my love poems. Maybe they will bring a little light and lightness to my world, and hopefully, yours too ❤
mercy
is it irony
this leaving of cold dark winter
into the light of spring
just as he learns of the darkness in his body
and the radiation that will slow its journey
into spring
and his lessened future.
is it mercy
this praying for his life, his light
we have nothing to sacrifice other
than the burnt offering that he will become
under the merciless eye of
the ticking machine
and his lessoned future
love and friendship are our only traveling mercies
as he journeys into the spring of his foreseeable future
Psalm 51:15-17 Lent 2019
A good friend begins his journey. We are walking with him on his path as far as we can. We love him so and ask for mercy.
in your trembling hands
oh! how full of love
is the world-
our minds sometimes won’t let it just be
quiet and rested
in that knowledge.
But oh yes! that love-
even in the disquiet of our times
even in the anger and hate
and disloyalty, even
in the sadness and grief-
be sure
that that Love is there.
and if you can be very still
for just a moment
you can sense it
and hold it in your trembling hands.
hold it, even tear soaked and weak,
hold it there in
your trembling hands.
snow angels
hold my hand
we will fall into the snow together
leaving angel wings behind
Our Lenten Season
Our Lenten season continues.
Daily rituals of sacrifice and penance are observed
as we struggle with the mysteries of life.
This life filled with –
well, with those things life is filled with –
things that we love and suffer-
faces of loved ones, song, sun and moon,
food and warmth, the aching of need
and want.
We hold fast to breath
and heartbeat, far past the time our legs
and body have become undone.
I repent of all the sins I have committed
against her.
Just as each child is guilty and must be forgiven,
I also forgive her
for all those common sins that mothers commit
against their children
out of habit
or frustration
or love.
We both repent
and with ashes marked on our foreheads
continue on with her morning ablutions
and daily baptism of water
and life.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
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morning has broken
morning has broken
early dawns light
fills the morning cove
calling the mists from the water
to rise with the sun
like the first morning
sparkling crystals
cover the morning meadow
fragments of the full frost moon
born of the one light
waking
to the brightening sky
the cove stirs with
wild geese rising
Eden saw play
sound of baby’s laughter
fills the early morning air
joy rises with the sun
*****
Morning Has Broken
Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the world
Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God’s recreation of the new day
Words by Eleanor Farjeon
Music traditional Scottish Gaelic tune
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