Love

If I find the words, I will put them in a poem
But don’t wait.
They will never come in time to tell you
I feel them there, hovering on the fringe
But don’t wait
Because each time I reach out, they are gone.
Touch, smell and hearing all combine
And I still can’t seem to know.
Please don’t wait
For if you do, you may miss the simple truth
You may miss the knowing.
Don’t wait
Just simply understand,
I love you.

Impressions of Spring

Redbuds in Bloom

Atlantis Rising

Secrets

Tell me what it was like when you felt the first quickening
Were you aware of the spirit within you?
Sing the song of the one whose thought, and breath, and love
Brought form out of nothingness.

Tell me what it was like when you felt the first quickening
Did you feel the sweet slip of water, or the fire of pain?
Sing the song of the spirit within, and teach me of a long ago
I cannot imagine

Tell me what it was like when you felt the first quickening
Is there still a bit of what went before….to find?
Sing the song of the hands, and hearts, and places
You have known.
Tell me what it was like,
The need within me is great-
And I will sing your song
Forever