Right before the onset of light
From the morning thrust deep into the freeze of winter
Upon the gate is a frost
So delicate yet deep and full
That the gate locks in it’s down position
While the snow gathers around
To cradle the depth of cold
On the morning
Where the ices goes
Around the pine
Takes a toll on the road
Where the road turns to shadow
In the pines beyond the waters edge
Where the grass grows
And the leaves change their colors
Bright and spledid into the autumn night
Beyond the road lies
The hope of yesterday and the
Bright future of tomorrow
Take me where the road
Turns into the shadows dark
Upon the horizon
I lean my life
To know the presence
Of what can turn
In a moment
From the one
To the many
When the horizon set in it’s way
Unleashes the sun
For the last light of the day
When the horizon learns to breathe
We learn to live with it
To go through the moments
And let go
Of what is holding us back
Raindrops blur the
World around
The water pools
On the ground
Reflective nature
Abounds
Trickling sounds
The blur of raindrops
Gives us a future to believe
In the green grass of life
And the blooming of the trees
Woven together in weaves of grey
The clouds takeover the day
From one small nudge
To the highest stratosphere
And above
The threads that weave a forgotten sky
As the clouds lay low and catch your eye
Take heed in time
The sky will open again
And return
From way back when
Right under the curl
Is the peaceful zest of the ocean
Lulling me into the full
Relaxation of water and furl
I hold my breathe deep
With a golden twirl
The silence beneath the waves
Is what keeps me going on
A conversation that never took place
Under the wisdom trees of shade
That night and all of it’s light
Cast into the evening
Without a sight
The conversations with the unborn
Will bring warnings and news
Of the light on this world
Dimming in all of it’s
Hues
The words spoken by
Owls
As the tale goes
The last leaf’s secret
Lies somewhere on the forest floor
Asking questions
Searching for more
These secrets hold the world on
A rope
So learn to hold tight
And don’t let go
Under the shade of the cedar tree
Growing grass light
In the summertime
As the sun gets caught in the leaves
That cast the shadow
Where I sit
Feeling the heat of the day
But the cool of the trees protection
From the world at large
My mind rests
Beneath the Cedar’s Shade
Can words press on the weight
Of time and place
So hold the timbre of holding
The whisper in the ears of
Wildness
How we can learn from each other
In the full summer bloom
Late into the fall
The weight of a whisper
Can have a toll
On us all
A Cup of Songwriting 