Tag Archives: new beginnings

There is no light in this tunnel

the time for light has passed

and is still in the offing

for now there is just

dripping from the ceiling

cobwebs in corners

rust on beams

rot on the floor

 

I could be fearful

anyone might be

in this shadowy world

of discontent

 

Rattling down the path

the harbingers of night

echoing about me

disassembled and alone

bottomed out

waiting patiently

for there is naught else

to do when in this space

 

Ever stalwart, I know

this is just a handful of moments

holding me in stasis

for the eventuality

of new beginnings

And I need just hold out

until I can walk

into the sunlight

 

 

Holding Pattern

There are empty corners

in the basement of my mind

all the nooks and crannies

are growing cobwebs

paint peeling from upper floor walls

a yawning chasm of expectation

Pause . . . . . .

in the dawn of a new day

change in the offing

a fresh wind blowing out the webs

scraping down the walls

picking color in new designs

planting landscaping for a new exterior

moving in new furniture

for a new day

and a fresh outlook on life

 

 

 

 

 

Autumn Awakening

The magic begins…

leaves rustle on trees,

dusting the air

falling to our feet

rubies and emeralds

dusting the toes

 

A hint of cooler airs

stirs the blood

causing it to waken

from the slow sludge

of humid, hot summer

 

The spirit quickens

now is the time

for a honing of skills

an awakening of creativity

 

September brings alertness

no longer encumbered

by the blanket breathing

still life of summer months

 

Donning light sweaters

we wrap them about us

as we venture new beginnings

chins up, we brave the world

 

A Chalice of Love

How deeply you have touched me –
awakening a long dormant quietness
of the soul, a tender wondering of
love and life’s meaning.

I, who for so long contented myself
with casual passer’s-by,
now tremble on the verge
of a new reality – vulnerable, shaky,
not quite sure of this other person within.

You have left me a pirate’s
treasure of gifts . . . silken feelings
and memories of gold.
No longer a face close by
forever etched in my heart
for showing me a jewel encrusted
chalice holding a nectar of love.