Miracle......

Yonder hill is fading
It’s leaf a dimming flame
No more the wanderer shading
Beneath a vibrant limb
Her grand and stunning vesture
Now rustles at our feet
In soft and silent gesture
Another year complete

The throbbing bloom of summer
Lays dormant on the ground
Weeping in countless number
And yet without a sound
The solitude unbroken
In all her falling tears
A wordless farewell spoken
Yet he, who listens, hears........

........a myriad of wonder
From quiet woodlands spill
And he who will may ponder
This sacred spectacle
For in this glorious crowning
That decks the lowly sod
Each leaf, distinct and stunning
Is a miracle from God

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Days That I Recall..........

Ah, those were sweet days that I recall
I’d return if I could to some, but not all
I gaze through the gold to glimpse blue sky between
And my mind beholds what was yesterday’s green
But just as that perfect and fine summer day
It, like all time slips quickly away

Ah, those were grand days that I recall
On the fields where time was an endless hall
For youth does not tally the minute or hour
A dash through the valley in search of her tower
Heedless of subtle and deepening sighs
Life as eternal as summer-blue skies

Ah, those were the brief days that I recall
For somewhere in a soft haze summer turned to fall
I gaze through the gold to the blue sky in-between
As I softly behold what once had been
I gaze through the gold, through the autumnal sheen
Ah, too soon I am old….I still prefer green

Ah, these are brief days I am living in
Why stand and gaze as the wheels of time spin?
I’m thankful for every glad day I recall
For every summer will end in fall
As I gaze at through the gold to the blue sky up above
Suddenly I behold an infinite love

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In the Middle of a Dream......

I caught him today
Saw the far-off gleam
Where adolescence taunts
Like a rushing stream
What visions does he see
In that distant gaze
As life’s mystery
Waits in a misty haze
Beyond this fleeting hour
Where time is free
In childhoods bower
Yet impatiently
He waits for it seems
Like an eternity
To the brink of his dreams

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Breath-taking........

It was one of those breath-taking moments
Where the autumn dawn lay like a golden pond
Across the earth
It was a moment in a sequence of moments
Reminding me again that in the little things
Lay the greatest worth
It was one of those breath-taking moments
Where care melted away like an autumn frost
At the break of day
I love you, mom…….ah, it is those moments
Which steal your breath away


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Sweeter Song......

I heard the sweetest song today
And I know its music drifted away
Far beyond this stratosphere
Drawing the brink of heaven near
I love the song of a midnight rain
Or the lovely tune of the evening
The symphony at the brink of dawn
The music in a dew-kissed lawn
The ebb and flowing of the sea
The rise and falling harmony
Of love in all its varied forms
The trembling calm before the storm
The orchestra of summer’s bloom
Or on a stage in some grand room
Oh, I have heard the melody
Of sunsets mirrored in the sea
Or in the creviced walls of time
Where the faithful bluebells chime
I love the anthem of first love
The chorus in the stars above
The sonnet in a deep blue sea
Or in a tender memory
But I heard a sweeter song today
When I heard a small child pray

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Summer's Tree

Upon the grass the echoes dance
A sad and bittersweet romance
Beneath the shade of autumn blue
Life and death must have their due

We smile a little at the tune
For still we see the green of June
Where now the tears of autumn cry
And all the years of summer lie

Injustice and life’s cruel pain
Weep within October’s rain
But we seek to find a way
To see the blue behind the gray

Upon the grass the echoes sigh
A melancholy lullaby
Too soon we lose the summer trees
And cling to withered memories

Life will not give us back again
The hours that we waste in vain
And there is naught who can return
To a day for which they yearn

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The Tree

The laughing breeze tossed your mantle of green
And we laughed too for the song of Spring
Had teased each bud to a vibrant sheen
In the hour twixt dawn and evening


Summer murmured through your lofty tresses
And we murmured in the shade beneath
While delicate pink twilight caresses
Your vibrant, emerald wreath


Now soon frigid elements will strip away
Your scarlet gown of dignity
Against the sky in stark display
Nature flaunts your brevity


On the ground your teardrops lie
Evidence of life’s fair hour
Before your naked limbs stretch high
Yielding to a higher Power

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Where Are You?

As the daylight settles in a crimson bed
And the sun is replaced by the moon overhead
As the azure deepens to indigo blue
I can’t help but wonder; where are you?
Soft twilight ever the loyal paramour
Her love; a soundless troubadour
Sweet are the arms of dusky true-blue
As I silently wonder; where are you?

A bloom cannot return to sleep in the bud
I am not a child with my bare feet in the mud
I splashed through the brook of my youth yesterday
But the magic of childhood has slipped away
The willow weeps its tears upon the grass
In a hushed carpet of years that silently pass
As I pause on this memory-strewn avenue
I can’t help but wonder; where are you?

There’s a hint of tropical bliss in the breezes that blow
Across the solitude of my midnight paramo
Drawn by the blue tenderness of your empathetic glance
Without hesitation I surrender to the dance
‘Round and round, two shadows on a moonlit plateau
The girl I used to be and the woman I know
Linger together on the field of sunless dew…….
Suddenly we feel a chill and we wonder; where are you?

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