Little One and I


Empty arms

and heavy heart

Too perfect for this world

Tiny soul depart

The clouds cry

Sad hearts ask why

Quick as a dream

Sweet as a sigh

Sad goodbye

My little one

and I




Speak to me of great deeds

Of warriors and their creeds

Speak to me of integrity


Prevailing dignity

Speak to me of great deeds

I long to believe in humanity

When the candle burns dim

Recovery is slim

Speak to me of great deeds. 

All around me is mundane

Words are common 


I long to walk with the noble

Speak to me of great deeds.

Slowing Down


Lately I find myself shivering through much of the day, hustling and bustling to class, the post office, the grocery store and so much more. I get caught up in walking as fast as I can so that I can get to the next warm building. However, around me  the breath of the world is slowing down, temperatures are dropping, and the days are filled with a golden glow. 

I tell myself to slow down, and notice. The changing of the seasons is so precious. Take time to notice the way the wind sings, I admonish myself gently. Take time to watch the golden light play with the colors of the leaves. 

So today I allowed myself to linger over the crunching leaves. I unbound my hair and let it whip in the wind to its own rhythm. This afternoon, I reached out my hand to feel the silky pulses of the mums in their resplendent colors. I allowed myself to swept away in the breath and spirit of autumn. 

Letting in the Light


This morning I opened the window to bid the light to enter. He warmly welcomed my spirit and flooded through my heart. “You’ve been closed off for far too long. Your heart is sick and pale. I will warm you in your blood, and open you to all that’s good.”  I felt his kisses strengthen me, and I accepted his gift. 

I have been hiding in the darkness of my farmhouse, not wanting to admire the beauty of this fall. My cogs have been crammed with self pity, and it has been slowing my spirit. This morning I have finally renewed my yoga practice. Which is something I have been shirking since September. I feel whole, renewed, and refocused.  I have let the light in to favor it over the darkness I was wallowing in.

I realize that my poetry has been tinted with self pity, and that I have poisoned your spirits with my own pain.  I ask you to take my hand, and to walk through the autumn woods with me. Together let us put down our burdens to let in the light. 

My affirmation for today: “I am light, I create light, I let in the light and conquer my own darkness.”

This fall is rich with the colors of passion. The trees are aflame beckoning you to rekindle your own lust for life.  Let the comforts of a crisp fall surround your heart.  This is the time for new beginnings, and to embrace the coming seasons with hope and joy. 



See me


I’m trying to expose my soul.

Your words cover me up.

You try to analyze what I cannot define.

You put me in a box. 

I feel my wings are clipped-

They atrophy and rot

I’m trying to let you see my song,

But you chatter over top.

It’s hard for me to speak your language.

This logic refutes my world.

No communication available,

I turn, and wander off.  

I long for comprehension to race across your heart,

to fill this loneliness that tears me apart. 

Find Me


Find me on a hill top as the wind rolls over,

blowing leaves to cover my heavy heart.

Laying in the graveyard as the veil is lifted

Singing, quietly, the tune of a distant memory.

My soul is filled with longing  to go ‘cross the river-

and make the journey between the worlds.

I’m watching as my sand falls, filling up the glass.

I’m eager for the final page to end my story.

With eyes closed, I refuse to play the part.

I eagerly let go as the final grain is sifted.

I long to be free from earthly sorrows.

No longer can I bear up against their




I feel no joy in the morrow!

Find me on the hill top…


Severed from physics, and rules.


My Lurking Smile


Hold your head up child.

It’s not so bad.

When the clouds are dark

When you walk alone

When you hug yourself to keep yourself inside

When the pain rolls in like a hurricane tide

Hold your head up. 

When there’s nowhere to run

Nothing to be done

Living no longer fun

Hold your head up.

I keep my smile in my back pocket.

When I want to weep, and cry!

When I curse and beg…

I pull it out

Sometimes there’s cat fur on it, and pocket lint

Sometimes it’s frayed and creased

Sometimes it’s too tight, and pinches a bit

but I put it on anyway.