BULBS PLANTED

IN THE NICK OF TIME...
THE DAFFODIL AND TULIP BULBS ARE PLANTED, IN THE COOL FALL AIR ..OTTERS COME UP CLOSE TO SEE WHATS GOING ON HERE ON THIS HIGH TIDE???FLOWERS NOT FISH I SAY...WITH THE RAINS ON THE WAY..
THE RAINS THAT POUND SO HARD ON THE TIN ROOF THAT YA CANT HEAR YOURSELF YELL SO YOU TURN IT INTO A MANTRA LIKE WAVES CRASHING ON THE BEACH BIG ROLLERS CHURNING.
ITS A SOUP DAY , AS I LOOK OUT THE WINDOW AND REALIZE THE SNOW IS DOWN TO THE TREE LINE , WELL NO WONDER I THINK HOT TEA SOUNDS GOOD JUST ABOUT NOW.
I FEEL LIKE THE WHITE RABBIT IN ALICE AND WONDERLAND I AM LATE I AM LATE..TO MANY UNDONE GET READY FOR WINTER CHORES...BUT I WILL SURVIVE MAYBE NOT VERY COMFY , BUT I PLANTED SPRING BULBS SO I WILL SEE A MONET OF FLOWERS NEXT SPRING, AND MY HEART WILL SMILE

SHADES OF GREY

SHADES OF GREY, DESCEND UPON MY HEART AND SOUL ,MUCH LIKE THE FOG MOVING DOWN THE MOUNTAIN.
I FORGIVE MY SELF FOR NOT LIVING THE LIFE I THOUGHT I WOULD..IT TAKES TWO TO TANGO AND WE AINT DANCIN.
THINK I WILL SIT THIS ONE OUT..WITHTHOUT A DOUBT..
I GRIEVE FOR LOST DAYS THAT ADD UP TO YEARS...
I FORGIVE MYSELF FOR BEING TO IDEAISTIC
LOOK FOR FOOTING ON SLIPPERY GROUND,EAGLES BICKERING AT GULLS OVER WASHED UP FISH CARCASS...PICKING APART EACH SHRED LEFT ..LIKE A WOMAN WHO HAS NOTHING LEFT BUT HER OWN MANTRA SAYING OVER AND OVER...BREATH IN THE ROSE BLOSSOMS...
TIDES CHANGE DAILY...REACHING FOR SHORES OF FORGIVENESS.
MY SKIFF MAY BE GROUNDED BUT MY SOUL IN BETWEEN BURNED BRIDGES AND BROKEN HEART...WILL FLOAT ..WITH HOPE .
IN THESE NEW EXTRA -TUFFS OUTLOOK THAT I SLIP ON AND WALK THE BEACH IN SHADES OF GREY

A SHIFT IN THE WIND

SOMETHINGS YA JUST KNOW
SOMETIMES YA GOTTA GO
THE LIES BECOME SOMEONES TRUTH
THE LITTLE THINGS THAT DONT MAKE ONE AND ONE TWO
THE LINES ARE DRAWN
WHEN YOU WERN'T EVEN AWARE THE PENCILS WERE SHARP
BUT YA DON'T WANTA HARP
SO LIKE A CATS EYE YA OBSERVE
TIME TO PUT THE HIP BOOTS ON
THE SEA OF LIES ARE RISING
SINK OR SWIM
BEGIN AGAIN
WHEN THE TRUTH WOULD SERVE BETTER
THAN APPLE PIE ALA MODE
BUT THAT HAS ALAWAYS BEEN YER MODE OF OPERATION
ONE OF DESPERATION
WITH A SIDE OF EXASPERATION
TO MAKE YOURSELF FEEL WHOLE
YOU REMAIN UNTRUE TO SELF
WHEN IT LOOKS YOU IN THE MIRROR
DO YOU LIKE WHAT YOU SEE
THE THINGS YOU HAVE DONE TO YOU AND ME

PORT IN A STORM

I TRAVEL THE SEA OF LIFE..
FROM THE FAR EAST TO THE NORTH
FLUTE MUSIC , A MELODY ECHOED IN MY SOUL
I AM A SEAFARER,A MOON MAIDEN
TRAVELING BY THE STARS...
TO FIND MY WAY HOME..
WITH EACH WAVE I RISE
LOOKING , ARMS REACH OUT,
EMPTY BOWLS OF BEGGARS,,,ASKING FOR A SINGLE GRAIN OF RICE
I COME HOME THIS PORT IN MY STORM..
TO PLANT EACH SEED WITH LOVE
AND I TOO MAY GROW...
SEARCHING
LEGLESS CHILDREN ..WANTING TO RUN..
CAN I FIND PROSTHESIS, ENUFF FOR A GENERATIONS OF WOULD BE RUNNERS
COULD BE JUMPING TO CONCLUSION , OF THE ILLUSION OF A WORLD WITHOUT LANDMINES...PHYSICAL, EMOTIONAL , AND SPIRITUAL...
I AM A WOMAN WITH WORDS,,STORIES TO BE TOLD
THAT FALL ON DEAF EARS IN A WORLD OF NOT MY PROBLEM, DOESN'T CONCERN ME..GOT A BEER.
SO I PLANT MY GARDEN AS I DREAM I SEE TOMORROW..AS TODAY I SEE THE PAST , TRANSGRESSIONS DONE ,
ONCE I GATHERED BERRIES, AND SMOKED FISH...NOW I GATHER KNOWLEDGE
THAT RAVELS AT THE SEAMS...
IN A WORLD FILLED WITH PAIN
NOT MUCH TO GAIN
WHEN YA CAN'T ...
HARVEST THE TRUTH

RAVENMOON

A SILVERY HALF MOON ON THE ICE REFLECTING LIGHT DIFFERENTLY WHERE THE FRESH WATER MEETS THE SALTWATER...MUCH LIKE MY HEART AND SOUL
I CLOSE THE DOORS THAT NEED CLOSING..
MEND THAT WHICH NEEDS MENDING
LETTING GO OF WHAT NEEDS LETTING GO OF
KEEPING MY FAITH LIKE A SMALL RAY OF LIGHT FROM A CANDLE ,
AS I STUMBLE THROUGH THE DARKNESS OF MY OWN MIND AND THE DASTARDLY DEEDS DONE UNTO ME ....THROUGH THE DARK OF WINTER...I EMERGE ,
ITS STILL DARK BUT THE MOON GLISTENS AS I LISTEN TO THE VOICE OF MY ANCESTORS SAYING ...YOU ARE A STRONG WOMAN LIKE AN OAK TREE, YOU MUST BEND IN THE WIND OR YOU WILL SNAP...
I BREATH IN AND OUT AND DO NOT DOUBT
MYSELF ANYMORE,

OPEN WATER

OPEN WATER IN JANUARY...I DO NOT SEE HOW FOLKS CAN SAY THERE IS NO GLOBAL WARMING...HOW ABOUT GLOBAL CHANGE
RAISED IN THE TERRITORY OF ALASKA AND WORKED ON THE WATER MY LIFETIME OF PORTS IN A STORM..IT'S STRANGE TO SEE OPEN WATER IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE IN JANUARY..USUALLY THEIR IS ICE STACKED WITH THE CHANGING TIDES THE SIZE OF APPLIANCES...NOW I SEE A LONE MALLARD SWIMMING , LOST, AND ALONE
MUCH LIKE MANY OF US IN THIS SEA OF LIFE
SO TODAY ..IF ONLY FOR TODAY MAKE ART , NOT WAR..THINK POSITIVE...AND TELL SOMEONE YOU CARE FOR THEM ...
START SOME BULBS BLOOMING IN YOUR WINDOW,
FOCUS ON WHAT YOU HAVE..NOT WHAT YOU DON'T HAVE ...
MOST IMPORTANTLY PRAY FOR PEACE ON OUR PLANET...MOTHER EARTH IS TIRED OF DIGESTING ALL OUR POLLUTION...SAY NO TO PEBBLE MINE..LIVE YOUR TRUTH WHAT EVER IT MAY BE..AND HARM NONE WITH YOUR WORDS ACTIONS OR DEEDS