Forest Musings

Perhaps, when I am grown,

I will have a house of my own

with logs for seats

and leaves for a table

and a carpet of moss.

Perhaps, I will have

warblers for a radio, and

waterfalls for plumbing.

The sun will be stronger

than any electric light.

The roof will fall off every autumn, 

the freezer won’t work without snow,

and the neighbors will never know

about the wild little lady

who smiles all day

and has no house at all.

Generation

There was a time

                                   When life was new

                                   When beauty grew

                                   When wrongs were few

                                   No Me — No You

If we were There,

                                   what would we do?

Recess

There was an old woman

who swung on a swing

She floated and flew

and then she took wing

The wind was strong,

hard it blew

Her wings rose up

and away she flew

Snow Under the Sun

The sun 

looks down at the field 

where footprints have broken 

the snow

From up high, 

they look so small 

and insignificant

Transitory reminders

of this single moment in a single day

They are melting, 

and soon 

nothing will be left 

to remind the world

of this single moment in a single day

in the life of a lonely

child

Comfort

If the Sun

never set,

we would 

never see

the Stars —

shining 

with all their might.