ANGELIC SLEIGH RIDE

     Gliding across the snow covered fields, I hear the sleigh bells penetrating through the crisp cold wind.  The one horse sleigh gently guided by the chestnut mare.

      Miss Sarah was majestic in her brown fur hat surrounding

her porcelain face with wisps of golden hair peeking through. 

Black velvet cape trimmed in fur emphasized the beauty of her red tinged cheeks and angelic blue eyes.

     She pulled back on the reins and softly commanded a “Whoa”!

Adjusting the wool blanket and putting her hands in the fur muff,

she whispered to the mare, “It’s time to rest, so please try to be very still”.

    She wanted to savor the innocent beauty of silence, the purity of white covered fields and the exhilarating cold. It seemed to cleanse her soul and body - -  - bringing a hidden pleasure of the simple beauty that surrounded her.

AUTUMN LAWS

                            It is time for the grass to sleep

                                  To be covered by sulking leaves

                          The trees must strip and expose their bones

                                  and fight with the gutsy winds

                              The crickets and bees return to the earth

                                  and dream of Spring to come

                              And woolen scarf’s wait impatiently 

                                      to cover frosty cheeks 

Uninvited Guests

                                                 Uninvited Guests           

                              I sit and light the wick of the scented candle

                              slowly the air is filling with the aroma of lilacs

                              As the flickering light creates a warm glow

                              I feel a blissful presence filling the room

                              Turning around I see distorted shadows happily

                              dancing upon the walls

                              Swaying with the silent music I joined them in

                              a graceful waltz

Time

                    

               My heart is filled with sorrow---I mourn the loss of
               my youth--- I look at the image in the mirror and
               wonder who are you?  I see a withering flower
               created by time…time
               Why did I not hang on tighter as I floated
               through time with slippery hands of
               living.

                                                      

                  

Memory

MEMORY 

Some day I will be a memory and as each day passes I will fade deeper and deeper away

But I will emerge briefly in your mind if only for a moment

that is okay---that is the way--

Please whisper my name and I will hear you---for I once Was.