Month: August 2017

A PARTING WORD

(In Memory of JB)

At first the heart does not remark

The passing of another friend.

The aging brain makes routine note

That all good things must come to an end.

The list of those who’ve gone beyond

Outnumbers now those who remain.

But then the funeral brings to mind

A cache of memories bitter sweet:

Saturday evening cheese and wine

Trail clearing bouts with fallen trees

The underlined article under the door

With questions: What do you think of this?

Do you agree? And furthermore

What do you think the answer is?

And then the heart begins to crack.

That kindred spirit will not be back.

 

 

 

A  MAGIC MOMENT IN PRESCOTT PARK

 

The two kites are hovering over the river

The whale kite idly flipping its tail

As we watch grimy Bert in his cheerful endeavors

And pert Mary Poppins to chimney tops sails.

The children are everywhere darting and dancing.

We oldsters are finally starting to get it.

The message emerges, its meaning enchanting:

Anything can happen if only we let it.

Smiling, we make our way out of the park.

The sun’s eclipse is foreboding but brief.

We need not be afraid of the dark. 

Delight can follow after grief.

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ON THE MOVE

We are not deeply rooted trees.

We are not meant to age in place,

Sentinels for centuries.

Descendants of nomadic tribes,

Our feet were made for trekking.

Our path to the horizon lies.

And when of Planet Earth we tire

We’ll launch ourselves in outer space.

To wider vistas we’ll aspire.

Until that cure for wanderlust

Comes with its promise of peace:

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

ADVICE TO GRADUATES

Fling open the shutters.

Pull up the blinds.

Look out the window

With wide open minds.

Reach for the stars.

Worship the moon.

Banish the darkness

From shadowy rooms.

Harness the sun

To flourish and grow.

We live but an hour

And then comes the snow.