Warrior Born

This was written as a Christmas gift for my amazing niece, Sarah. She is a rare creature- stunning to behold, naturally enigmatic, yet incredibly sweet when the light hits her just right.

The Lionheart

She is a willow tree

Against the molten sun

Standing tall and brave

Fire blazing in her eyes

Her shield on her arm

Her laughter rings out

Waking the day

Pushing back the dark of night

Her hands are strong

From clinging to the truth

Fighting for what is right

She dances through storms

Wild passion in her steps

She calls to the wind

Lulling bitter fear to sleep

As she sings to the sky

She is beauty adorned by heaven

Delicate edges and softened touch

A crown of gold on her head

Gently lifting love to her heart

She holds it close

Breathing life into the broken

Goodness and mercy follow her

Never far behind

She is the Lionheart

Born of grace and courage

Dreams shimmer in her eyes

Hope is kindled

Flowing from her fingertips

Nothing stands in her way

She opens the door to forever

Smiling at the journey

She is the Lionheart

Follow the Leader

I wrote this as a gift for my nephew Christopher. A blessing of  pure joy, he has the ability to see beyond the natural, into that space between here and eternity.

Believe

Once upon a white magic snow

The moon came out to play

For as all the seers know

The night holds more than we can say

The trees all bowed and smiled with glee

As the great orb danced like a child

The forest grew quiet, for it could see

This king of light was brave and wild

The rushing black river rose up to sing

And the bright music filled the sky

The birds all around lifted their wings

As the liquid gold moon glided by

The night grew tired, wanting to rest

And called for the moon to come home

Back to the air, sailing east, then west

Leaving peace where its light had shone

Follow that light, be it great, be it small

For it knows the path you are on

Don’t be afraid to stumble or fall

For the moon will guide you to the dawn

Season of White

 

A Poem for Winter

Crushed beneath my feet, blue and crisp
Wild cold piercing my happy lungs
Peace of time stood still enshrouds me
All is calm, all is bright, all is at rest

Trees stand, arms laden with blankets of white
Skies roll grey, pillowing the ground
The earth breathes deep and closes its eyes
All is calm, all is bright, all is at rest

Burnt red wing of an intrepid flyer
Harsh against the muted world
Blood on bone, gentle and real
All is calm, all is bright, all is at rest

Numb with cold, glowing cherry fingertips
Encircle liquid heat and fragrant steam
Chasing the lingering scent of pine
All is calm, all is bright, all is at rest       

Fall Glory

My favorite time of year...

A Poem For Autumn 

Time begins to slow and turn gently

The sun quietly lets go of its colors

Softly falling, painting the earth  

We gather into ourselves, waiting

Forests dazzle in brightly hued formal wear
The ground softens itself for the feet of weary travelers
Favorite books are opened, homespun ancient relics
We gather into ourselves, waiting 

Relaxed we collapse, fall back and dream
Fire wraps arms around its soft-wooded friend
Footsteps and laughter echo all around
We gather into ourselves, waiting 

Hope is stirred in eternity's cauldron
Soaring, a flight pattern of wish fulfilled thinking
Possibility rises above the mountain tops
We gather into ourselves, waiting