Cradle (On the Loss of a Loved One)

scarlet oak leaves

The wind with icy fingers 

Lifting branches overhead

 

Moon so bright, cold wintry night,

Shadows on my bed

 

Chimes ring 

To the wind’s song,

 

As rustling oak leaves sound

Like shuffling feet in a slow dance

 

As nature’s sighs 

Abound

 

Suspended I hear the wind blow,

Lost in the cradle of that song

 

As morning dawns 

On the breath of a sigh

 

So sweet 

And so long

 

While candlelight, like starlight,

Reflects off my windowpane

 

Thoughts and dreams, wondering wearily,

Will not prevail again

 

To pierce the heart and tune the mind

To believe as youth once would

 

But forbear with wisdom won in pain

From love lost and understood.

 

 

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The Coin

Veteran on the shore

In waning light of dusk

And unrelenting tide

I saw a sparkling coin

Tossed from side to side.

 

Embraced within the frosty foam

It glittered with delight

As though in endless struggle there

Found its golden light.

 

Through countless trials, though weary,

Will we wake each day,

With open minds and clearly,

Grow in loving ways?

 

Knowing that in giving,

We forestall the cold of night

And take joy in the living,

Thriving in the light.

 

©1968/2014/2019