Time

Tick, tock, time is passing

Passing, fleeting, never staying

Always here and never absent

Cannot capture, can’t escape

Though we curse it

Though we bless it

Though we plead and beg and pray

Time flows on all unhindered

The vital change granting life.

A Time so Short and Bright

From the narrowest sliver of space

Caught between roof and tree

The moon is shining brightly

Through my window to me,

So bright, so fair, so proud it shines

For the briefest glimpse of time

Just as the other afternoon

The sun came shining through,

Through my window a slender beam

And through a tiny crystal

Suspended in space to gleam

Casting rainbows on my wall,

By grace of star and satellite

And slivers of space by day and night

My world was blessed with light

For a time so short and bright.

Spring's Approach

Spring lies nigh

Rolling over in her sleep

Towards the land of now

Her trailing fingers

Stealing the bite

From Dawn’s Winter chill.

Gold and Alder

Golden sunshine pours

Beaming from the east

Splashing over alder bark

Whitened by lichens

Trimmed with green moss,

Honey on a winter morning

Sweetening the chill nipped air

Contrasting with the white mist

Arising from the dawn.

Snow

When a hush lies across the land

Stillness rare and precious

When the birds flit bright in the forest

Sparks of the flame of life

When the sea lies calm under a layer of crystals

An opaque expanse of serenity

Winter’s gift graces the world

Snow…

Flakes of magic drift from the sky

Frozen star kisses

Cold and sharp and pure

Gentle and intricate and beautiful

Transient against the heat of life

Giving their lives en masse

In the preservation of heat and light

Precious resources in the season

Of dark, of cold…

They coat the land in glittering, sparkling, white

Bringing joy and wonder and comfort

As they burn bright and fast

A sweet counter to the bitter cold

In our most desperate season

We are blessed by the magic of snow.

Feathers

Feathers are the mark of flight

Though not required

Though not unique to

Still they are the symbol and mystery

Of travel in the skies.

Feathers speak to dreams and fancy

Calling to the spirits of wanderers

A siren song of freedom

Such as we may never know,

To soar the great blue

To dance with muscle and feather

In a three-dimensional world

Where air fills our lungs.

In Darkness

Darkness to infinity

Or is it?  Does it matter?

Darkness beyond the range of my senses

Giving me reign to be unknown, unseen,

Starlight, silver, cold, blessed

Light that mingles with dark

Both cold and fair.

A high, clear, voice as piercing as starlight

Rises in song, filling the darkness with haunting beauty,

Cold soothes the soul and beauty unfurls in the void.