Night’s Blanket

Darkness has settled around the house 
the sun pulling up the night sky 
to cover his warmth and dim his rays
while taking the morn to others   

Mother moon slips in halfway 
mercurial in her moods of disclosure 
unable to shine bright from within 
she steals the sun’s light as he sleeps 

Animals all either rise or slumber 
nocturnal creatures roam to feed
while diurnal’s find a place to shelter 
safe and sound until morning 

I pad down the hallway on bare feet 
the soft slapping sound reminds me
it is time to sleep my body needing rest 
turn the lights out going to bed alone  

One Wall

One wall holds trinkets
garnered from vendors, 
little tents along alleyways 
in valleys and on beaches 
of lands far and near. 

One wall holds baskets and gadgets
and things mundane to others 
yet most dearly loved by me,
colors overlapping into an organized  
chaos within my vivid imagination. 

One wall holds items necessary 
to living, a knife block, a shelf and a tray. 
A spice rack resides there 
and a hook for fancy towels to dry wet hands 
and a pad for lifting hot things. 

One wall holds dear photo memories 
of the life that was lived. Babies born, 
marriages complete, children now
parents themselves and flowers long gone, 
but all will live on within me. 

Sailing Ship

Interminable darkness
thicker than oil 
Smothers the living 
no conscious thought

Upon the horizon 
a ship tiny is far away 
Surrounded by light 
buoyed by hope 

This sailing ship powered 
by the winds of love
One island left behind 
swallowed up by the night 

A new island ahead 
made bright by its light 
Vibrant greens and flowers await 
opening wide at the ship’s wake 

Sun’s warm rays follow it in
surrounding the bow 
caressing the stern 
A luminous light in the dark night 

Docking it rests 
for a brief moment in time 
Until it’s gone again
leaving the island disappearing behind 

Time To Sleep

Mother Nature’s splendor 
turns bright yellows and pretty whites
into spots of orange and brown

Vibrant green leaves flutter 
to the ground singing a rustling tune
fading into shades of red 

Autumnal breezes cool earth’s crust
sending a time-immemorial 
to deep rich soil and plowed fields 

Migratory birds flock overhead 
to warmer climes with temperate blue waters
and ancient nesting grounds

Deer rut and butterflies mate
their young to be born in the
earth’s awakening spring warmth

Bears forage for berries and meat
slipping into their hideaways protected 
from winters wrath and man’s gun

Quiet blankets the cooling ground
signaling Mother Earth’s creatures 
and foliage that it’s time to sleep

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