Grow Over The Wall

      It has always been hard for me to describe the birth and the growth of three sons. They,  became so entwined in my birth, that all I could do was to enjoy their wrapping around me; until we let each other go, with love unharmed.

Child like seedling small

Born in the soil of mother

Grow over the wall.

 

Winter’s Lover

                I’m not getting around doing much reading lately. Listening to my own head and writing notes into drafts, into outlines, revised again and again trying to avoid the trash; has been taking the days. But, I continue my short walks through the woods outside my “cave” and enjoy autumn swooshing summer away in grand fashion; as the days get shorter and the nights get longer, she prepares for a great sleep over, getting completely naked for winter.

Fallen leaf in frost

Pines shelter an autumn grove

for winter’s lover

 

Brass, Brazen Maple Leaf

    Brass, brazen maple leaf, embossed with a very serious face. Buds around you change in every season; green in spring, leaf in summer, then celebrate their passing in bright reds, yellow, and orange. Crackling under my feet, whispering to me; seasons pass and I am looking forward to wintry solitude.

     You, my friend, stand against my fence. Never blowing away. Brass and brazen, always in the same place.

     A gift from a flea market, many years ago. A gift from my children, placing our imagination, with their love, in an honored presentation, on Father’s Day; of my favorite leaf, one from a maple tree, brass, brazen as could be; never blowing away, always in the same place, as their love continues for me.

Splintered kindling wood

Moss growing moist on north side

Summer serves them well

Written In Center Sandwich NH at Kathleen’s place.

 

I Shall Grow

 

 

     I went out on the deck—felt the wind before the jibe caught the blow of a vengeful breeze. The keel visibly surfaced two feet below foaming water, in awkward lean. Water marks on the board, as visible as eye could see—  Oh shit! I braced myself against the rail leaning on tippy-toes in the opposite direction.

     I went below. I rocked, and balanced myself with each swell before the waves, catching myself with arms extended against the polished teak walls in the bow;

     I recognized, remembering the keel’s markings— of my life and against the rail, being driven across the reef of tomorrow.

 

I shall grow old— as sea mist foams in after life

 

Aspen Way

Aspen Way North Hampton, New Hampshire—street lights brighten the snow plowed—snow drifted piles of glistening crystal borders— crunches my path to the main street store below my feet — under full moon— I go to get milk and bread hearing thundering waves and the coming storm.

winter upon us

darkness will always prevail

until I return.