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Category Archives: Family
All things
You were all things to me
Breathing air seeing none
You meant the whole world
Revolving the sun
Reliving lost dreams
That fled once awake
Exploring new ground
No claiming a stake
Imagining lives
We never would live
Biding our time
For someone to give
Capella
Wholly deserving of love
She wore it like a shawl
Sent shivers on skin
Taking all in
The healing soaked
Right to her core
Treasure
In the harvest moon
Gathering in treasure
From earth’s bed
Storing up long winter
Sometimes applied
To endearing friends
Just as the chill
Sits heavy on mountain
Ringed peak
Like dormant volcano
Absorbing peach sunrise
As ancient desert rock
Sky tinged with frost
Reminiscent golden
Long summer days
Glinting in eye
Love’s storehouse
Slips through fingers
Like shiny coins
Offered to buy freedoms
In a time of plenty
Store and save
Simple pleasures
For long dark days
A treasure is she
Whose girth rings
Pale in comparison
Wise watching over me
Love like
An aviary
A warm unassuming place
Resting among
Like feathered friends
An open door
To the sky
Admired for a whole array
Of vibrant colours
Soft embrace
Hiding under
Ruffled feathers
Smoothed by momentary
Saving grace
Housekeeping covers over
Communal mess forgave
Late night banter
Turns hiding eyes
Into morning wonder
Respite from furred
Predators
Early warnings
Chorus of song
Greets early risers
Refrain unending
Oft recited
Many lifetimes
Lived long
Poised for posterity
Single woman cast into
The outback to attend to
Learning of young ones
Bright eyes blinking
Out the windows
To the river leading
To the open sea
Thoughts drifting
Past sand bars
Shore birds nesting
Raising young
Where ancestors raised
A barrel to the sky
For sport or feathered
Game on dinner table
Singular woman
Opens the door
To conserve a future
For the world
Where the lives of
The smallest voiceless
Are preserved
Unknown
Telling you everything
Like blowing in the wind
A sprouting dandelion
Knowing it will never
Return to me, then
Turning around
Seeing them
Growing all around me
Tales told and loves
Unfolding from
Somewhere else
Unknown
Open door
Standing wide open
Facing me
Reflecting back
All I've been
Where I'm heading
Gazing possibility
Leading me onwards
Not locking me out
Transparency
Warm air wraps
On the breeze
Little visitors
Greet at table
With hands empty
Except for a key
Walking outside
To admire
Everything
Come sit by me
Lie in wait
Staring at stars
Rising on horizon
One day align
With mine
Un amour sans chagrin
Percussive maintenance
Piles of memories
Stored in boxes
Outside
A pond growing
All sorts of things
Refreshed by
Overflowing gutters
Four pairs of eyes
Two adult-sized
Watching me
Right myself
After king hits
Like some cheesy
80's game show
On a slippery pole
With only a pool noodle
To defend us
Wednesday is taken up
Keeping back the jungle
Before it overtakes
With long lost friends
Recovered
Doing the same kind
Of anger management
With garden appliances
Keeping weeds at bay
While admiring
Their flowers
The bumblebee
Thanks us for our efforts
We find that this
Is pleasure enough
In this day
At our stage
Of life re-mended
Signs of life
Warmth and greeting
Between wounded hearts
Still beating
Tended edges show
Signs of life
Constant dripping
Feeding
Engine humming
People crawl out
From hiding
Expats leaving
Reminded by
More significant
Bloodlines receiving
With love
Count the stars of heaven 