Always Something New

As long as there is life, There will always be something new: Blossoms in Spring; Fruit in July; Thoughts and ideas; A newborn baby’s cry. As long as we search, We’ll always find something true: Words from a friend; Hope when we pray; Peace at evening’s end; The dawn of a new day.

Hope

Hope never dies; She only sleeps. And when the warmth of springtime comes, She’ll awaken, yawn, stretch And change into dreams fulfilled.

RENAISSANCE

Darkness yields to dawning light; Ones asleep for a long, cold season Begin to awaken and stir.     Thoughts and dreams once lost in time Slowly rise up from deepest places, Where they wait and hope for rebirth.     Feelings bring fresh sensation, Sweet misery made from pain and joy Sing new songs

SUCH AMAZING PERFUME

A bouquet of flowers, Mix with freshly mowed lawns And a little pine; Warming soil so earthy And all that’s waking up, Mixed with rain washed air: Spring wears such amazing perfume!

SPRING CLEANING

Cobwebs in corners; Stalks from last year’s plants; Boxes and Christmas wrap; Ski gear, parkas and snow pants; Where did all this come from? How could this mess be! It wasn’t here yesterday, Was it? Things pile up So insidiously.   Somewhere in corners, Out of conscious sight; Hazy memories linger; Collected through years of

SPRING GARDEN

A spring garden is full of surprises:  It seems like nothing is alive there; then blossoms open overnight.  The frozen, sleeping ground softens and wakes up; mud gives way to young, green shoots. Birds return with happy songs, building their nests and laying eggs.  Soon they’ll be looking for yummy treats to feed their babies;

EVER NEW

Each new season and morning Teaches and reminds us That life is ever new.

MARCH IS AT THE DOOR

The wind may blow; It might snow some more, But it doesn’t matter: March is at the door. Flowers blossom; The warmth we adore; Wake up and be happy: March is at the door. Days grow longer; There’s plenty in store For Spring and then summer; March is at the door!

THANKSGIVING TRIBUTE 2015

For those of us who live in the US, Thanksgiving is at hand.  Here is my tribute this year:   Thank you for all blessings, Tremendous and small. In good times and seasons; For harvest in Fall.   for joy and laughter; Smiles, hugs and tears; For friends and neighbors Growing closer through the years.

HAPPINESS INSIDE

When it gets cold, We need ways to get warm; That make us feel cozy And safe from a storm,   With sweaters and blankets, Hot coffee and such; Conversation and stories; A friendly touch.   When the wind howls Piling snow into drifts, We’ll seek refuge inside, With mugs that we lift,   Buttered