Dew drops sparkle on
the winter mesquites,
their reluctant leaves impaled
on downthrust branches….
….far down the forestway
the trees were flashing
heliographs in the morning sun.
[Winter] arrived, heralded by a charging blue wind.
All night the battle raged
and in the morning,
eyes that last saw friendly sunshine
beheld a frozen package of numbed nature;
ears that last heard the songs of birds
heard now the stiffened creaking of arthritic trees.
The sun bursts out of another world
and advances, raw, primal,
like half-cooked egg….
His coming home
seems to bind together
all the loose ends of the day
into a package
that need not be reopened
If you see life as eternal possibility,
If you can see your days as continual opportunity,
If you can see your life as the answer
To the ultimate question,
Then you can dream the ultimate dream.
If your dream is worth the cost,
If you will earn your right to claim it,
If you refuse to accept disaster as normal,
Then you can wait, serene, undoubting,
For as long as it takes.
(That one is from my Ayn Rand period.)
The rain falls upon the mountain
As well as on the grain field below.
With the passage of time, even the mountain
Crumbles into soil
Which brings forth fruit.
Let me, then, show kindness
Even to those whose hearts are hardened.
How much sooner than a mountain
Might a heart soften
And bring forth love!