More of my poems and Such
Winter
Winter is the season when snows fall
and the world becomes a Wonderland of white,
when in preparation of the season ahead
trees and homes are covered in brilliant light
Winter is the season when all the family gathers
around an open fire at night
to sing and tell stories of times gone by
when everything was right
Winter is the season when the nights are long
And all seek the warmth of hearth and home
Where family, friends and stranger are
loved And all are joyfully welcomed come.
A Message
The snow has stopped
the Full Moon has turned the landscape to silver
making everything look magical
all is quiet
I walk into the woods alone
down the path to my secret place
where I sit on a fallen log and wait
I commune with nature and
My Goddess
and I wait,
for what I am not sure
but I know the answer will come
I wait
until I grow weary
and still I wait some more
my feet grow numb and my nose is froze
disillusioned I prepare to go
when to my left a deer appears
to silently commune with me
I rise to my feet with a grateful heart
And as I prepare to leave
A sprig of green falls at my feet
A piece of sacred mistletoe.
AND THE MOURNING DOVE SHALL SING
The bells will ring out freedom’s song
and the Mourning Dove shall sing
The Goddess will walk the Earth again
and all The Peoples be free.
The Earth will tilt in a blink of an eye
and the purging will begin.
Man will cry “Lord save us.”
as they witness The End of Days.
But The People will proclaim with joy
That it’s The Beginning not an end
They will lead a joyful procession
In returning to the truer ways
and
The bells will ring out freedom’s song
and the Mourning Dove shall sing
The Goddess will walk the Earth
again and all The Peoples be free.
A Small Miracle
The snow is so deep I can barely see the road in front of me when suddenly a large dog of some kind appears in the beams of my headlights and just stops I swerve to avoid it and skid,sliding into the ditch and I'm stuck I honk my horn hoping the sound will reach the house and someone will come out but then give up and step out of the truck by the thin light of the new moon I pick my way through the drifts up the frozen road The snow which has already covered the drive and continues to fall is preventing me from seeing more then a few feet ahead as its weight bends the skeletal branches over my head low to the ground where they clutch at my hair with their bony fingers and whisper hauntingly in my ear Everything looks strange and unfamiliar in the cold silent night and as the faint sliver of moon dissapears behind a cloud I see the shape of the large animal again this time directly in front of me Startled I stumble backwards My foot hits something buried under the snow and I fall. as I fall I hear a whimper then I hear it again My hand touches something and it moves again I hear a whimper, I dig a small pair of eyes appears and then another suddenly the moon shows its face and I'm staring into the eyes of a tiny puppy Almost frozen curled up next to a dead female who surely must have been its mother I unzip my coat and put the tiny creature against my chest as a voice inside my head says get up, keep going then I see a faint light ahead of me and hear my name being called I yelled for my husband as I stumbled forward When I reach the porch I see off to my left a shadow The dog looks at me for just a moment and dissapears,
