FALLEN LEAVES

There came a perfect day when I was ten

An idle Autum day of faultless sky

I clutched a shining dime that I could spend

For any longed-for thing it would buy

A lovely stillness lay along the street

The sun embraced me in its golden span

The fallen leaves addressed my eager feet

And moved in russet showers as I ran

That perfect day will never come again

And yet I spent it at its proper time

With all the wisdom of a child of ten

As wisely as I spent the shining dime.

AFTER TREES - THESE!

Musings on Trees and These!

These Friends!

A forest of Trees is a portfolio of Friends

Durability, strength, sometimes rough, burly

But how dependable! Graceful, adaptable

Quiet in a listening attitude of understanding

Inspiring, tender

A forest of Trees is a portfolio of Friends

May I be ever in the midst of Trees - and These ...

When God had finished making Trees

I think He set out to work on These

These things that we call Friends

The beauty and the strength of wood

Dependable and good ...

Of oak and birch and balsam pine

To these, I liken friends of mine

Of leaves, the charm and added grace

Like tenderness of lady's lace

And quiet understanding, proven

As green-grown branches, closely woven

Last, knowing These are always there

Root, branch and trunk, when leaves fall bare!

When God had finished making Trees

Love and Perfection gave us These

These things that we call FRIENDS!

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Photo courtesy of Lorraine at:

http://wordsflowandstuffl.blogspot.com/

Thanks so much, Lorraine!

PROMISES

What our love has done for us
I cannot even begin to speak
Without trembling ...
You and I have left a fading world
Smog-crushed
Power-crowded ... dust-spun
You and I have left this kind of world
For an infinite one ...
Spinning our circles of earth
And moon into galaxies
And hurling our lives into
Light years of reveries ...
I have only begun to envision
Our possible place
A someday miracle of eternal time
And space ...
Though it begins with such immediate smiles
Your eyes ... a leaf ... your lips on my cheek
Its promise is so boundless
Love ... I dare not speak.

MEMORABILIA

In years to come

There'll be no letters

Yellowed at the edge

To save for generations

Yet unborn ...

There'll be no diaries

Left for them to see

How great-grandfather spent his day

Or worked his way

On freighter ships

Across the seas ...

No love notes

Hidden in a secret drawer

Tied with a faded ribbon

To read again once more

Technology is close at hand

And we no longer understand

The pen ...

How deep the loss

Of all those yesterdays

With joy and sorrow

If they are all forgotten

By tomorrow.

INTO THE DISTANCE

When I curl myself
Into the far-away monuments of my mind
Built from long dark halls of yearning ...
Stretching into the high paths against the blue hills
Of learning ...
This is where I hold my dreams for myself to see ...
Of the far-away long-away mists of me
Moving into the distance
Myself walks
With the perfect poise of age and grace
Into the clouded mystery
Of eternal time
And space ...
Here are my hands reaching
And here is my heart groping
The summer sun and straw-flowered kiss ...
Share all of the dreaming caught in this
Great scope of memory
And all the far-away long-away misted hopes
Of what will be ...
Here is where I curl into myself and embrace
All of the harbored calm
Of eternal time
And space.
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This picture was taken on my last trip to San Francisco in Feb.

RAIN IS

Rain is for remembering

Its little voices fall

Soft as the memories

They recall ...

My mother used to say

"This is a hot cinnamom roll day"

I'd watch her strong hands shape each bun

And poke in raisins one by one

And soon their sweet spiced smell would stain

The kitchen window washed with rain ...

And then sometimes my father would say

"Let's take a walk this rainy day"

And we would set out hand in hand

Across the grey bedraggled land

We'd turn our faces to the skies

And let the rain fall on our eyes

And breathe in air all scented sweet

By rain-soaked grass beneath our feet ...

Rain is for remembering

Another spring

Another spring

SWEET MAGNOLIA (To Mama)

A sweet magnolia smell reminds me of you

Somewhat like a painting you once drew

Your ivory soft petals ... my heart ... they caress

As your soul went through me

When you were laid to rest

I call for you ... my magnolia friend

When life's path turns dark

Ivory soft petals comfort me ... my mama ... my heart!

INNOCENCE OF CHILDHOOD (To my beloved children!)

She toddles through the lush green grass

Upon her tippy toes

And falls upon her padded bottom

She giggles as she goes ...

A daisy chain begins to grow

Upon the field of green

She picks the daisies with her toes

And drops them in the stream ...

She tilts her head to gaze upon

A sky of azure blue

And dreams of dreams within the clouds

As only children do.

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Photo courtesy of Lorraine at: http://wordsflowandstuffl.blogspot.com

Thank you, Lorraine!

A PEACEFUL DAY

The day is crowned with peace

I rejoice in this

And find myself at home.

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Dear readers and friends, I am heading to the mountains tomorrow morning to meet some friends and go cross country skiing. I will return on Sunday. So, till I visit you again, take good care and be well. I wish you all much joy!

-Margie xo

I WILL NOT

I will not grow old gracefully

No! I never will!

I cannot wait for spring

To look for daffodil

I do not care at all

If I am gray or bent

But I will never while I live

Be spent

Oh I will ever strive

To have a young heart still

I will not grow old gracefully

No! I never will!