Morning Star

Morning star
Dances
Along the
Edges
Of my
Dreams.

Little Drips of Water

A little girl sits up front in the big girl seat
Holding her Daddy's hand as he drives
Smiling and happy as she travels to school
Dressed as always in her blue and white dress
Uniform for the day, little room for expression
The rain outside doesn't bother her,
Safe and warm beside her Daddy.
Wipers back and forth become a metronome
Creating a beat as she nods her head
Back and forth, back and forth
Her little hand reaches and her fingers
Trace the drops of rain on the window
She looks out, content, unaware of any care
And she sings to herself a song
Written and composed by her alone
Wipers keeping time as she serenades
Her approving audience of one...
It really doesn't matter, though
For she sings really for herself, quietly
"Little drips of water, little drips of water
Little drips of water..."
And her Daddy wishes that ride
Could go on forever.

Life Cries Out

She sits and stares at the emptiness of her life
Drowning in self pity and self absorption
Unaware that just beyond the porch,
Only feet from her blind anger
Life dances and celebrates in the dust
Kicks cans and shouts "huzzah!"
As the world continues to send invitations
Slipped through the mail slot
Laying on the floor of her depression
Invitations that beg her to come outside
Leave the emptiness for even just a moment
And take a wary step into life.

Whistle Pig

Groundhog snuffles and hunts
Sneaks through the undergrowth
Searching for tasty morsels
Bugs and roots and worms
Head raises up, listens
Whistles a warning
Is gone.

Thunder drums

Thunderstorm marches round the hills
Beating on his big, deep drum
Shaking the windows
Rattling the dishes and what nots
As old ladies fret over them
And their little dogs howl.

Dogwood Winter

Dogwood Winter
Rain frozen on the porch
The woodstove cold
Weather unexpected
Morning frost unplanned
Three A.M. bounce
Out of bed
Quilt grabbed
Thrown on top
Burrow under deep
Cuddle in the covers
Warm, warm quilty mornin'
Till feet hit frosty floors.

Adieu, not goodbye

Travelin' home from the hills is a sorrowful thing
Closin' up the little cabin tight an' snug
Walkin' through and makin' sure all is well.
Coverin' old iron beds with sheets
Checkin' windows an pausin'
Lookin' out the back at a salt block
Wonderin' if I waited for a moment more
Just maybe that little gray doe
Would wander in to lick
Just one more lick before I go.
Door tight, electric off
Close and lock the gate
And gone.