The Lion

What Lion’s mane can shake the earthor fill the air with an enormity of fear? Whose roar ricochet past barren plainand circles slowly back to all the earth? When is man just a man while beastor brawn buries burdened paws in dirt? Where is the One, King of Kings, who rulesand He is Maker ofContinue reading “The Lion”

February’s Thaw

Soften snow sweltersbeneath my snow shoed feet,as sun glistens then stirs each brisk February season. It’s a time of sharing hearts,of throwing kisses in the wind,as length of days chattermy drowsy woodland awakens. Icicles drip, drip, drip rhythmictapping upon snow, echoes thewoodpecker a symphony of soundsdown lazy land, pastoral paths. I still my stride in hopesContinue reading “February’s Thaw”

Shine on Me

Sun, mischievous child plays hide and seek beneath clouds; on slanted slate sky, wintertide weather’s barrage upsets one’s visage… come shine! “The tanka is a thirty-one-syllable poem, traditionally written in a single unbroken line. A form of waka, Japanese song or verse, tanka translates as “short song,” and is better known in its five-line, 5/7/5/7/7Continue reading “Shine on Me”

Barren Hills

The mood was not tranquil  as camels journeyed barren Earth across sands of time. A low moan, as hooves sank with each calculated step. ~ Dull was the night’s skyline  except for the Star afar off making long shadows stretch silhouettes from day’s treks, as royalty ranted atop roof. ~ Another moan… in child birthContinue reading “Barren Hills”

Indian Summer

Dusk settles as dust across earthen land, as warmth seeps slowing from woodland stretched before me like a downed comforter. Come warmth, come and slip between leaf’s edges, slide down empty limbs as luminous sun grins across the autumn sky. Indian Summer charms man’s inner soul, tricks the body’s brisk well being; but the mindContinue reading “Indian Summer”

October’s Final Dance

My soul is still as late October’s sun glows above fingered bare branches. My heart is chilled as Autumn clings tightly to daylight. My mind wanders… as darken cornfields twist, trembling their fibrous dried stalks. Yet, happiness comes from chattering oaks dancing in November. “Let them praise His name with the dance; Let them singContinue reading “October’s Final Dance”

Storms of Leaves

They change before my eyes:translucent, transparent telling of coming changes chanting their farewells across the sky. If trees could talk what would be said of their transformation?Would willows weep or birches balk as their leaves are wisp away? Maples seem to chatter in wind;while oaks remain stately and onlyrumble, rattle, roar as autumn exits clingingContinue reading “Storms of Leaves”

1941

War affects the young and old alike. It was a dreary December eveningand I was eight, a kindhearted age.Enthusiasm bubbled up insidemy joyful heart which beat wildlyhearing her thick, rich operatic voice. Life was unhurried back thenone could dawdle during most days.Unfortunately, people were the samefilled with strife and bitterness of heart.I was eight, IContinue reading “1941”

Why Wolves Howl

Between a sentinel of trees, in the deepest of twilight an image lurks down moon lit path. A chill in the air ruffles thick fur. He is alone. Each step leaves paw prints in the dirt as evidence of his presence, under a dangling moon. He finds a knoll. There he sits waiting as timeContinue reading “Why Wolves Howl”

No One

… just me “A man’s heart plans his way, But the Lord directs his steps.” Proverbs 16:9 I’ve waited seasons,through times of bitter coldmonths of sweltering heat. As the red-wings return,the flight of Canadians fly toward southern lands. I’ve waited seasons,through times of marketing changes, changes, changes. As publishers pick people,writers with a popular standingand social following,Continue reading “No One”