Wedding Day

All your life you dream;

All your life you wait,

Until

One day

You fall in love.

Life begins afresh

With a wedding day.

Like a movie's end,

A movie that 

Changes your heart,

With music

That sinks into your soul;

Music that insists 

You stay

Listening 

In the emptying theater

To hear the last 

Sweet note,

Before going out into 

The altered

Evening.

Life begins with the end of 

Waiting.

Ram's Horn

                                                                           Like a sea shell 

                                                                 The great ram's                                                        

                                                            Horn curls into 

                                                         A cursive "C".

                                                     It's colors show

                                                    The year's passing

                                                      The cold,                                .

                                                        The heat,                                  Horn

                                                          The struggle                               Music

                                                              Blends into a                     Of wild somber

                                                                  Swirl of music           Pearly notes

                                                                           With dark lines and

                                                                                          

                                                                                                     

                                                                                                         

Home Fires

"Keep the home fires burning!'

She told me as she left,

"For home and hearth and family

Are the things that we love best,

When we make our way to

Distant lands, and foreign ports of call

We will crave the warmth of home

Most of all."

Piece of Sky

A pie slice of blue sky

Shows through the 

Hollow trunk of a tree

Sunlight brightening the

Places where

Woodpeckers chiseled holes,

Bees welded combs to fill with 

Sweet honey,  

Squirrels hid nuts

And slept through snowy weather

Curled in cozy darkness. 

White Rose Swirl

In the soft light 

Of morning

A rose bud unfurls,

Uncurls,

Untwirls,

Into swirls 

Of soft vanilla satin.

Pink, Red, White

Apple,

Your pink satin holds a

Blush of deep red and

Traces of spring's pale green.

Apple,

Your red dress hides 

Underclothes laceless

Over flesh of snowy white.

Apple,

Your inner core holds

Treasures of future trees in

Brown capsules of seeds.

Glass Horses

Their hooves are poised but 

Cannot gallop

Their heads down,

They do not toss their frozen manes

Nor flick their flowing tails

The glass horses stand guard over books

On my shelves

All show

They are unable to whiny or neigh

Still they glimmer and shimmer 

And reflect the colors and lights that 

Surround them.

Spiral

in

the 

garden 

of the ocean,

god, the great artist
 made spiraled 

chambers:

homes, 

havens, 

households.

in the garden 
of the 
ocean,

swirls of china 

and pottery,

each shaped with care,

painted with browns

with pinks,

with pearl-essence, 

each a hiding 
place

in the sand

and foaming

water each, 

a work of 

heart.

When God

When God was making roses

I think that he foreknew

All the times that I would need them

Cause my heart was feeling blue. 

When God was making roses

I am sure He took delight

In knowing I would smell their scent

To get me through some plight.

When God was making roses

I think He laughed with glee

To know for celebrations

They'd be perfect, just for me.

"For pain, for joy, for everyday

A rose will fit the bill,"

So he shaped and cut and colored each

My heart to overfill.

Wild Rose

Roses in November are the sweetest.

Their colors are much softer in that light.

Their petals often ruffled, sometimes damaged,

Hold a promise as the winter comes in sight.

The rose hips, like bright berries, Glossy, gleaming, 

To protect the promise made, close up tight.

 Flowers will bud and bloom beautiful again some day

After winter's slept the cold and lonely night.