Saturday, December 22, 2012

What Dreams Unfold

Look out upon the day
Orange orb rising, erasing black
Streaks of red with smears of blue
Remnants of a waning moon

Breezes tease the leaves of green
Rabbits flirt within the shrubs
Opossum lumbers slowly home
Squirrels quarrel within the branches high

Oh precious day, what dreams unfold?
To grace this life; what presents bring?
A smile, a hug, a lovers kiss
Or just the gift of a life well lived.

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Battlefields of Discontented Dreams

Another year has marched out of my life.
A crusading warrior making his way back home,
Leaving bloody battlefields in his wake.
Trampled valleys where dreams once stood.

In the beginning, the year tiptoed in,
Softly sprinkling crystallized wishes.
Ideas, floating like a fine dusting of snow,
Forming a light covering on my bed of anticipation.

In swept the Ides of Spring laden with promises.
Storms tossing my wants in a turbulent sea of needs.
I planted my seeds with the expectancy of progression,
Hoping to find nourishment for my battered soul.

Summer scorched a path through my life
Bringing passion and potential to my fertile soil
Growing, thriving, reaching for the budding of fulfillment
Hopes alive, green and fresh, standing tall against adversity.

Autumn flew in on the winds of a changeling,
Taking the abundance and leaving a barren field.
Stripped of optimism, I wander in the fields of despair,
Wondering where my footpath led me astray.

Yes wicked winter with your freezing rains.
You beat against me, leaving blisters in your wake.
But Spring will return, of this I am certain,
Bringing with it the possibilities of contentment.