there will only be snow time
just 12 days of summer
the rest will be
unforgetable
unbearable
cast on crutches
probably pulleys
waiting for footprints
never arriving
no tracks
you gotta have tracks
or else how will
we know
where to go?
in the winter snow
in the winter show
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
"Soul Searching"
life is like our angel patch
a small rock garden full of flowers
and feeders for the birds
a place for them to drink
and flip and shake the water
through their feathers
gypsy and I sit on the cabin porch
every morning and watch the patch activity
if you have forgotten who gypsy is
my 13 year old english pointer hunting dog
who never ceases to be interested
in birds, bees, toads and cats
we have noticed that some plants produce
many beautiful blooms year after year
rewarding the eyes of the beholders
and some don't they struggle
slowly withering away
like people who know only their edge
always surrounded by others
cluttering their flawless soul searching
surrendering to times embrace
before they are free
to embrace themselves
ending up finally with me
alone in my rhyme
soul searching time
a small rock garden full of flowers
and feeders for the birds
a place for them to drink
and flip and shake the water
through their feathers
gypsy and I sit on the cabin porch
every morning and watch the patch activity
if you have forgotten who gypsy is
my 13 year old english pointer hunting dog
who never ceases to be interested
in birds, bees, toads and cats
we have noticed that some plants produce
many beautiful blooms year after year
rewarding the eyes of the beholders
and some don't they struggle
slowly withering away
like people who know only their edge
always surrounded by others
cluttering their flawless soul searching
surrendering to times embrace
before they are free
to embrace themselves
ending up finally with me
alone in my rhyme
soul searching time
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