Wednesday, April 20, 2011

In the Moment

Whatever trust you find
whether in the heart or mind

Let it rise up slowly
like a dreamer's eyes

And inhale every petal
Let it magnetize

The confidence of wisdom
isn't gained in books
or even regal looks

But by the firesides of
vagabonds and in the
flex of magic wands

Find the trust inside your memory
and gathered as your legacy
in every figment of your past

And you will be elusive
and be home at last.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Just Spring

Where are the birds?

I sense the sound of birdsong
The blackbird of the morning
But now the cold wind drives everything in its path

Where are the seeds?

I sense them sprouting
Underground, their soft green caps
Untouched by air or sky

Where is the snow?

The snow that blew across the window yesterday
Is gone, a distant memory
While April’s wind releases her winter madness

Is it truly April?

I feel the same as she does,
Wanting to stir the cold ground
And feel the first blossom of my creativity.