gentleness – Rivers Renewed

In the Beauty of Winter

In the beauty of winter, peace descends

as a fresh blanket

covering

even bark and stone,

with a softer tone

filling us

with a sense

of quiet

in our hearts.

In Our Moonlight

In our moonlight My Love we walk stronger hand in hand,

sand under our feet, as if we belong to the Earth

as if we have always belonged together,

turning, you draw yourself in

I hesitate, then accept your invite

as I whisper into your ear,

a small verse

from my Heart Song.

“My Love”.

Morning Light on the Water

Morning light on the water gently awakens me, as the curtains move stirring my spirit,

shaping a poem. My Love moves closer, still sleeping

a soft sound of sheets and pillows,

and I love the way the sunlight rests

on her bare shoulder.

September Suns

September suns, September rains, bring a quiet to my spirit

the in between of seasons, the glistening of leaves,

a wind unseen moving higher branches

gently going through me,

slowly changing

the oak trees and poplar.

Rain Falling

The wind called me outside today,

the rain

falling through the trees

dripping off the leaves,

refreshing me.

One golden leaf translucent from the sun, nearly transparent, a thin remembrance of prior glories. Is it stuck in the tree avoiding the final fall, the fall of no return? Or is it only last years’ forgotten memories of brilliance?

The wind shifted and the leaf finally did fall. I couldn’t help lifting up a prayer for the ending of summer, and the beginning of autumn. Let us begin again.