Ode to Spring

Winter nights

Long spells of darkness

Souls may wither

A longing for sun.


Winter days

Sun’s deception

Bitter chill assails

Elusive warmth


Frail the spirit

Forlorn, lost to sorrow

Weak it hungers

A soul’s plea.


Yearning for rebirth

Seeking life’s renewal

Discarded heart

A longing, a need.


Once thought never

Again revives

A seed called love

Spring arrives.




The day I was born,

I began to learn.

The more the learned,

The more I knew.

The more I knew,

The more I could do.

The more I could do,

The more I grew.

The more I grew,

The more I yearned.

The more I yearned,

The more I learned.

The more I learned,

The more I became.

The more I became,

The more I changed.

The more I changed,

The more I overcame.

Only death can stop me,

Or can it?

Still Water

Maelstrom besets me

Hidden shadow memories

Emerging images

A time long past

Yet still to come

Faces in still water.


Mistakes made

Pain inflicted

Wounded hearts

Forgiveness an illusion?

Afloat on still water.


Dawn approaches

Spirits wake

Yesterday’s tomorrow is now

How many more?

I long to drift on still water

One day beyond tomorrow.

Thunder Spirit

Thunder spirit we hear your cry,

Raging, roiling through twilight sky.

Challenge demons of the night,

Summoning all, behold your might.


Thunder spirit show the way,

Lead our children at end of day.

Council fires to hear the lore,

Told of heroes gone before.


Thunder spirit teach them true,

That they may walk noble path with you.

Let humility in triumph be their call,

That they will know mercy for those who did fall.


Thunder spirit, wise and strong,

Keep your people safe from wrong.

Instill devotion they may share,

Your bounty of love with those in their care.

No Tears Tomorrow

Alone I trod unbeaten path,

Burdened low by sorrow,

As I wander lost in time,

I’ll cry my tears tomorrow.


Each new day, I face the sun,

Longing for an answer,

Was I right, was I wrong,

Eating me like cancer.


Imperfect thoughts a troubled sea

Reasons beyond my reach,

For I longed to learn,

What life had failed to teach.


Only sad memories now remain,

The pleasant all gone dust,

But I will go on, I’ll do my best,

To learn of love and trust.


For at days end I’ll face my fears,

And erase all my sorrow,

I’ll stand tall, I’ll shout to all,

I’ll cry no tears tomorrow! 

Cost of a Tear

Today a tear came to my eye,

Just one little tear my want not to cry.

It glittered like crystal as it grew in form

A raindrop of emotion in a life of storm.

What cost a tear?

Was price too dear?

Today a tear came to my eye,

A single reminder of things gone by.

An abundance of love I once knew,

Shared of myself with only so few.

What cost a tear?

To liberate of self from what I did fear?

Today a tear came to my eye,

A memory I’ll keep until I die.

It spoke of a future built on the past

A monument to tolerance – designed to last.

With bricks of forgiveness, and mortar of love

It will soar to the heavens highest above.

For the cost of a tear

New life may be earned.


I am your love

You chose me

Of all the others you chose me


You are my love

I chose you

From all the others I chose you


You were one

I was one

Now we are two



May all our choices be so perfect!

Meeting My Spirit

 We all have nightmares during our lives. For most, they’re simple boogeyman type scripts beginning in our childhood and most often ending in mid-teens. Some of us are more unfortunate, we may have a recurring nightmare for most of our lives – I did.

    My nightmare began in my pre-teens and consisted of a dark, unknown entity pursuing me through a misty gray forest. Regardless of how fast I ran or how hard I tried to hide it kept coming for me. At times I could feel the heat of its dark eyes on my back and moist breath on my neck. It’s breathing even and controlled while mine was tortured and drained. Yet not once did I think to stop and face my tormentor. My eyes sought only refuge, a sanctuary where malevolent creatures of the misty forest were forbidden entrance.

    In each nightmare, we run for hours neither one winning, nor losing ground. And in each I am tired and alone, my body drained, my spirit shattered and bled of the will to go on. I long to lie down on the moist gray moss and await the end then suddenly I wake and there is no end.

    Then one night, when in my early sixties the nightmare changed –

A cry breaks my sleep – mournful voice adrift on the air. What lurks beyond my door in the early morning dim? Is it the wind or a spirit transfixed to this realm by daggers of ice?

    Do I shiver from cold or dread; an unknown for both beset my body. I draw my robes close as a sense of foreboding arises within me clutching at my throat with skeletal fingers. My mouth dries yet I must find words of welcome to greet my unknown visitor.

    “Hau kola friend and be welcome in my poor home. Enter for I will build the morning fire to warm us this solstice dawn.” I call out to the unknown but only the rustle of a night bird replies.


With mind a raging river of thought and wonder I light the morning fire. Is he still there, do I hear his breath or does my mind play me? Alone in my hovel I must know if man or spirit awaits beyond. Do I throw wide the doorway to reveal my tormentor or wait approaching light of day?

    As if in answer to silent prayer, through my smoke stained window I see rays of the sun making small progress against the gray veil of night, forcing it slowly towards the western darkness.

    I call out to the emptiness, “Show yourself friend, that we may know one another. The fire warms and soon I will offer warm drink to chase the cold from you.” If silence has voice will I hear it calling me?

    A sound of rhythmic pounding draws near while beads of cold sweat drown my vision. I demand answers from the door but my voice falters – “Who are you!? What do you want of me?”


Drawn to my small window, I see the sun crowning the horizon sending warm arrows of light through the ice covered forest. Trees come alive with the glitter of billions of tiny fires bringing new hope and beauty to me.

I hear you beyond my door, I know you await but I no longer fear you. The drum of my heart has slowed, the strength of my mind returns, I will no longer cower in foolish fear of the unknown.

I throw open my door and you are there. Your eyes glisten as you slowly advance toward me throwing off the snow that concealed your spotted white coat. Your ears up, lips drawn back and fangs dripping like melting ice yet I feel no fear.


A sudden lunge, arching your sleek body towards me in graceful flight you strike knocking me into the snow. Atop me, great paws bear down on my shoulders and vile breath assails my face. I feel your eyes penetrate my very being as I await the death I know will come.

    A voice, powerful and resonant invades my mind.

“I am with your spirit old man, know that you are loved!”

I have not had a nightmare since.

The end finally arrived.

The Lake

The Lake

Sun crowns eastern pines

Flashes of green infiltrate the mist

Loon’s mournful cry pierces the haze

Only faint echo

Lost love?


Weary eyes gaze neath laden brow

Long years their toll taken

Lake of polished Azurite

Celestial mirror for spirits?


My bed of moss

Secure amid Juniper arms

A serene haven

Where dreams I may ponder.




Ode to Fallen Warriors

Ode to Fallen Warriors

Great Mother clad in red

Sea of sun bleached, wind smooth bones lay before me

Generations now only a word.


What struck you from a cloud?

Did brave warriors honor your fall?

Or were they cowards.


Longing for your return

I wander eternal night

In search of new beginnings.


One day to hear your thunder.

To see your young chase the wind

And know you won the battle.