Friday, December 25, 2009

silver leaves













SILVER LEAVES

When the leaves turn silver in the lucid streams of the moonlight
The soft whisper of the wind touches them and holds them tonight.
Tenderly I reach into my soul to touch them as they glisten
And then until the ends of time I again hear their whisper as I listen.
Through the shadows that softly play into the soft streams
And then gently awakes me from the wisp of my dreams.
As the tears draw nigh as He cradles my heart there
And then through the moonlight streams of His love we share.
Like soft tendrils that open up in the night blossoms of silver leaves
Through the shadows of the moonlight quietly interweaves.
Life is like a journey where the nights that seem so long
And then finally in the moonlight streams in my heart creates a song.
When I find that in time the leaves that dance through the night with grace
I know somehow beyond in the heavens I will find my dreams in place.
Of the nights that seem to linger until the dawn now draws near
As upon each silver leaf hints of dew playfully fall upon each tiny mirror.

Cheryl Zweigart
Copyright February 2009

Friday, December 18, 2009

missing the guinea hea


I have nothing left to give

since the  guinea hen disappeared.

I considered giving the magenta morning sky

 or the flock of geese in v-formation

 but instead I offer the gift of pain

because it is what I know best.

I will sit with you and shed light on

the charm of misery and despair,

that is yours  for a song.

Together we can sing the ballad

that will capture the anguish

and fill your soul with the

exquisite ache.

Then we will weep in somber unison

when the geese take flight

at first light through the pink skies of dawn

image and poem copyright Rhonda Prince 2009

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Sunny Disposition Now




Sunny Disposition Now
by Nicole Taylor

Sat sunning last Wednesday,
while a neighbor across
said hello and
complained of dog disturbances
and squawking crows.
I can agree
to this
and enjoying
the spring chirpies.