Mystery ahead
Shadows can’t hide
Each spirit drinks deeply
Endless dreams collide
Pathway of echoes
These woods speak out
Tomorrow surrenders
Darkened voices sprout
Moonlight’s reflections
Mirrors of light
Backwoods’ invitation
Shared from nature’s birthright
Night’s melody plays
Whispers gift-wrapped
Each note of harmony
Composed to adapt
Mystery now found
Morn’s grateful dawn
Spirits return to sleep
Dreams wait to be drawn
Words used every day
Little or much to say
Used in positive ways
Conveying life’s essays
Mindful, powerful voices
Daily, humble choices
Impacting other lives
Celebrate with high fives
Disciplined purpose speaks
Positivity seeks
Sharing tender kindness
Truthful, without blindness
Careful to help and heal
Offering a square deal
Words paying it forward
True and straightforward
Thoughtful expressions said
Weaving with tender thread
Replace evil with good
Words plain and understood
Honest lyrics in song
Carried through all day long
Life unfolds from our text
Watchful where words go next
This poem was written several days before January 6, 2021. Its intention was to praise and encourage the positive power of words. The events taking place in Washington, DC on January 6 showed the negative power of words. How will our future words speak?
Originally published January, 2021.
Always fall in with what you’re asked to accept. Take what is given, and make it over your way.
There are tones of voices that mean more than words.
Robert Frost (1874-1963) was an American poet. He was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry four times (only poet to be so honored). Much of his poetry used rural settings from early 20th century New England.
Stanley Horowitz (American poet)
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting, and autumn a mosaic of them all.
Henry Beston (American writer and naturalist)
The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools.
Horizon in motion
Ocean’s endless expanse
Mystery’s eternal depths
Human voice seeks to dance
Moonbeams highlight each wave
Travels to distant shores
Midnight’s faithful companion
Tales from ancient folklore
Tranquility escapes
Lost in approaching storm
Each draft shredded over time
Empty memories swarm
Resilience remembers
Words waiting to arrive
Every star invited in
Ready for next test drive
Tomorrow will arrive
Darkness finally leaves
Sunrise gathers novel thoughts
Writer’s patience believes
Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint.
There never was any heart truly great and generous, that was not also tender and compassionate.
Robert Frost (1874-1963) was an American poet. He was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry four times (only poet to be so honored). Much of his poetry used rural settings from early 20th century New England.
Conflict’s consuming breath
Tomorrow’s sunrise waits
Evening’s beating rhythm
Will darkness be mankind’s fate?
Each hour fails to open
Anger’s agitation
Whispers breeding chaos
Peace scouting for its station
Searching for safe harbor
Bumpy shall be ship’s ride
Echoes’ explosive drift
Stormy waters’ rising tide
Calmness now surfaces
Persistence pays each debt
Voices now standing down
Courageous steps quell each threat
Tomorrow comes about
Darkness has run aground
Morning works together
Blessed spirit at last found
The ear of the leader must ring with the voices of the people.
If you want to make enemies, try to change something.
Woodrow Wilson (1856-1924) was the 28th President of the United States.
Wind’s inviting voices
Welcoming from shadow’s past
Harmonizing spirits
Bright skies trying to hold fast
Darkness taking shortcut
Wakening to rising sun
Searching for tomorrow
Ahead of each setting sun
Wind chimes at every hour
Reminding of yesterday
Wishing for better times
Memories’ daily ballet
Today never backtracks
Writing journey’s blessed song
Soaring ahead, true joy
Nature’s essence comes along
Wind gathers final breath
Inviting darkness back in
Following every star
Round of dreams, ready to spin
Clouds of change fill morning’s sky
Hidden in frozen crystal ball
What will tomorrow bring?
Many questions wait to free fall
Transformation rides each wind
Hidden story’s unwritten thread
Others forecast gloom and doom
Some say, better times ahead
Harmony fills every thought
Hidden in history’s playbook
Another bridge, not too far
Truth discovers faithful nook
Joyful peace, flowing with hope
Hidden anthem’s spirited choice
Rodeo’s last mount to ride
Countless answers offer voice
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