Over the Land is April

Over The Land Is April – Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson   Over the land is April, Over my heart a rose; Over the high, brown mountain The sound of singing goes. Say, love, do you hear me, Hear my sonnets ring? Over the high, brown mountain, Love, do you...

The Lord is Near

I need this reminder~ I need to know this promise~   The Lord is near to those who have a broken heart, and saves such as have a contrite spirit. ~Psalm 34:18

Spring – Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti

Spring – Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti   Frost-locked all the winter, Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits, What shall make their sap ascend That they may put forth shoots? Tips of tender green, Leaf, or blade, or sheath; Telling of the hidden life...

Sonnet 98 by Shakespeare

Because it is Spring, and April is National Poetry Month…   Sonnet 98: From you have I been absent in the spring William Shakespeare, 1564 – 1616 From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim, Hath put a...

A Moment Between

  Freshly picked Destinies Emerge from unfolding past Converge momentarily– Future breaks fertile. . .

Shadows

Shadows     Words  fall like mist upon morning; awaken the dust,   soak dry bones. I wipe off dew and see that you have left your   prints on my flesh. I am no longer a ghost; I move like wind, seek   quiet shadows, and translate their words...

Somewhere, Winter is Dying

Somewhere, winter is dying Winter is dying somewhere   We know it is time. The apple barrel is nearly empty And I am no longer muffled by the snow.   I am not sure what to do when spring comes; will I know where to step, will I sink in the grass or stand...

Pouring

Pouring   chords in the wind float fill the soul words and notes drown empty spaces soak like nothing else     a dry, withering, empty, cracked ground needs water, replenishing, a pouring to sprout shoots, seedlings, full with the promise of fruit, and...

Waiting

Waiting White bell-shaped blooms bend slightly Paying homage to depths beneath Crisp grass forged upward Through a deep darkness By a cataclysmic split Of a tiny seed The ground brims With tiny creatures wiggling Rummaging about the vastness Of open space, displaced...