Opportunity.......

Just beyond my window
I can see the softening light
Edging through the silent shadows
Pushing off the dark of night
Just beyond my window
Dawning breathes a golden sigh
As the fringes of a new day
Spreads its glory ‘cross the sky

Just beyond my window
Lies a span of mystery
For there is no way that I can know
What today will come to be
Just beyond my window
I can see horizons gleam
The ribbon on a priceless gift
The urging of a dream

Just beyond my window
Cradled in the azure blue
Are love’s sighing hope’s and passions
And my tender thoughts of you
Just beyond my window
Wakes a glorious melody
The dawning of a new day
Filled with opportunity

Janet~

Love's Irony

I’ve noticed some need reasons
For everything they do
Well, I don’t need a reason
My dear, for loving you
But in this I’ve discovered
Love’s sweet irony
Loving you has given
A reason for living to me

I don’t need a good a reason
For most of what I do
But now I have a reason
For everything, it’s true
Oh, I can’t explain it
Love’s sweet irony
But loving you has given
A reason just to be

Love does not need a reason
But oh, how is it then?
Love is the utmost reason
For the agonies of men
I don’t need a reason
Oh, sweetest irony
To love you without reason
Is reason enough for me

Janet~

Not Quite Big Enough.....

And then I knew……
As you threw back your head
And laughed
Free and easy
As you held me
In your bluest gaze
As you tromped through the snow
Ahead of me
In your boots one size too large
Or when you talked with your mouth full
Because you could not wait
As you said ‘I love you’
And gave me your valentine card
Two weeks late
As you squeezed my hand
While we prayed
And as you heard with me
And agreed…brooks do laugh,
As you named your purple teddy bear 'purple'
And cried because you let your brother's friend
Color your favorite picture
Then I knew
My heart will never be quite big enough
To hold all of the love
I have
For you

Mom~
Otherwise known as Janet

Something to Think About.....

Fences are erected to separate things
Walls are built to contain
But thought respects neither as on lucid wings
It drifts over valley and plain
There is no distance it cannot fly
No height that it cannot scale
A catalyst of imagery
That we do not dare to unveil…….

If I should leave unguarded
My rampant trail of thought
I fear that it would desecrate
Each virtue I've been taught
If I should lie without restraint
Within my fantasy
It would take me to a place
Where I should never be...............

….and though we cannot build fences
Or walls to contain our thought
We must learn to master this fiend
And think the things we ought
'We are what we eat' the saying goes
Our thoughts are much the same
If we are weak and undisciplined
We have only ourselves to blame

Janet~

The 'Blue Hour'.......

Blue-moon shimmers on fields of frost
Cold, blue glimmers on limbs wind tossed
Blue dusk gathers upon the snow
As dark blue whispers murmur low
Blue-tipped reeds shiver and bend
Blue-lipped moans weep on the wind
Blue horizons touch the sky
Where the long, blue shadows lie
Here is the hour of blue light
After day and before night

Janet~

The ‘blue hour’ is a little later every week!!!
I love to watch the ‘blue hour’ deepening, deepening…..

Cloud-burst......

How is it that you come to me?
Like a cloud-burst; suddenly
How can the mention of your name
Ignite an instant, powerful flame
Or, as light flickers on a breeze
You come, in moments soft as these

How is it that the thought of you
Intensifies the sky so blue?
Or when the night is dark and still
When misty moonlight ghosts the hill
A torrent, suffocating, kind
Sweeps the portals of my mind

In the after-light of day
How is it that you pass this way?
When the midnight smells like rain
And wild-flowers whisper in the wind
When the cloud bursts suddenly
How is it that you come to me?

Janet~

In Walking Away

I walk away from yesterday
In moments receding
As the ebbing tide
Yet, as I turn
I realize that, in the act of walking away
I am simply walking toward
The moment
Of you

Janet~

In the Gathering of Moments......

This moment, even before we release it
Becomes a piece of our past
Thoughts become memories
Some fade; some are iron-cast

A spark becomes a flame
A flame becomes a raging fire
As a thought becomes hope
And hope becomes thirsting desire……

…..desire spawns dreams
But at the end of it all
They too reside in the blue
Of the shadows that fall

Moments become minutes
Hours, days, years
In the gathering of moments
A lifetime disappears

Janet~