Sweet September Rain

I am walking toward the garden


And the cold beads tap my skin

So alive, I feel excited

As a drop strikes on my chin

I’m walking in the sweet September rain

It nearly floats down from the sky

The day is warm, the rain is cold

But the chill just makes me high

I see so clearly through the slow

Falling drops that resurrect me

And I’m happy I’m alive.

The green of leaves and grass don’t pass

Without my notice in the sweet September rain.

To Be

Messages


Not cast in either stone or jello

But words that cut to the core

Of the meaning of life

So still, so pure

That only the initiated can see

Only the wise and ancient can hear

And the great, the grand design

Lifts light from the shadows

Becoming whole for all to see

For we are truly one, you and I,

And the imagination walks, foolhardy,

Toward the divine calling

Where all will be as it is meant to be.

End of Summer

The end of summer now arrives


As children back to school swarm

Football, academics fill their lives

Shorter days no longer warm.

The sky so blue, low humidity,

We breathe easier, walk in step,

The trees will soon color in rapidity,

Band members toot, hoot, and beat with pep.

School spirit, the cheerleaders shout,

Colors raised, waved and worn,

Happy friends amazed at all they’re about

After the game the goalpost is torn.

In-crowds, shy ones, geeks all reign

When school resumes, the uglies abstain.

No Longer Lame

Walking along the railroad tracks

Each tie a step into nowhere
They reach far into the horizon
Even unto the setting sun.
The trees whisper to each other
A language I can only hear
Desperation, inspiration, reflection
Only knowing life for what it lacks.
How I wish for purpose, pleasure,
How I feel broken, abused,
Shattered glass longing for integration
No longer the tried and true,
Letting go, no one is amused.
Memories on a merry-go-round
The ups and downs personified
Which one has a ticket to ride
The rest will watch and hide.
We know the game, we look the same
And now our fervent hearts we tame,
To heal, to be whole, no longer lame.