Wednesday, February 10, 2016

oh winter

 
Ten On Ten
 
 
                          
                                                                                                                                                       
                                                                                  
                                                                                                                            
                                                                                                                                      
 
                                  
 
 
                                                 
                                 




Friday, February 5, 2016

ode to a snowman




wakening to
big flakes of snow
round and fat
drifting silently down
filling full the view
from a window
with swirls of white dots
soft as cotton
light as a feather
reminding
of pictures posted
on the wall
in elementary school
where
fat dots of white paint
covering a page
and a snowman
arms outstretched
grin wide and hat cockeyed
making happy
and it's just the same
today
these swirls of white dots
falling from the sky
like a child with a big brush
throwing caution to the wind
spattering paint
all over the sky
making grins wide
and hats cockeyed
happy




Tuesday, January 5, 2016

in the choosing

  
 
 


In this
a new year

wonder

taking front seat

replacing complacent
and the need to see above
and beyond
the present moment

head bobbing
list making
and the calculating
put aside
packed up with the ornaments
and stashed

instead finding

wonder

a new year thing to do

in the right now
in the everyday
in the ordinary
and in the difficult

because

a new day beckoning

with ice crystal patterns
ubiquitous and lovely
on the windowpane and
outside
exquisite shades
of dawn
briefly unfurling across
the sky
abruptly returning again
to winter grays

and in the eerie quiet
of a walk out in the early
cold tincturing a face
hands shoved deep in pockets
against the wintry raw

where now
newly unveiled sculpture
giant ones bent and gnarled
others small and delicate
the lush green bunting
gone
from another season

knobby arms reaching
and delicate fingers
scraping
the silver ceiling

beauty tumbling forward

enfolding life
like a rich batter in a bowl
yet unfinished

because each moment
in this torn and broken world
filled with a beauty
indescribable

and grace
saturating our souls

saying yes
to this Creator God

trusting what is
and what isn't yet

and choosing

wonder

because the sacred
is writing beauty
all over our lives