Bright Flower

Bright FlowerThe garden is in ruins.

Winter’s burden,
Icy curtain draped on frail limbs,
Fragile twigs like human hearts,
That snapped
Too weak to bear the load.

Sin’s dark weight.

Nurtured dreams
Wreckage upon the brow of earth,
Hopes strewn carelessly.
Brokenness scattered on the ground.

In such a garden the Father once walked.

Clear the fallen boughs,
Pile high monuments to winter’s vain fury.
For spring promises one bright flower.

Secrets

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Alone by the tree.

I miss you.

Wind…

Gentle…

Warm like your hand

Touching my cheek.

Leaves touch

Whispering secrets.

 

Closing my eyes,

I see you.

Wind…

Gentle…

Warm like my hand

Touching your hair.

Lips touch.

Whispering secrets.

Love Without Thunder

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When did I know I loved you?

A flash of lightning?

Thunder?

Earthquake?

No. Or surely I would have remembered.

Not thunder or earthquake. 

An awakening.

Dawn on a summer day.

An open window.

A breeze in the early morning.

When the air should be still

There was love.

Leaves

Dan-Sadness

Some days I drift

Like a leaf, 

Settling into the deep. 

Sadness. 

A place I do not wish to go. 

Ought not, but do. 

It is dusky place, of remembering

Yearning. 

Wishing for yesterday. 

Longing for tomorrow,

Where sadness does not

Settle around God’s children

Like leaves in the deep. 

Dream

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I met her in a dream this morning.

We must have been college students.

She had dark hair, I think.

Working on some project or another,

I thanked her for helping me.

 

And she, leaning at my shoulder,

As I sat at table or desk,

Drew near and our lips touched.

Not a kiss, wet and passionate.

A touching.

Furtive.

Curious.

A moment of wondering.

My hand touched her arm.

Hesitant. 

Tentative.

Then she was gone.

 

Awakening, I remembered life,

New and fragrant with possibility.

When friendship may have been love. 

 

I wonder what she would think of me now,

after all these years.

Would she remember?

Silly old man.

I only met her this morning,

In a dream.

Baker Park

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Cold to the bone. 

The trough of green at Baker Park 

was white on that frozen day 

In the winter of ’55 or ’56. 

Sliding like lightning down the slope. 

Wishing like thunder it was summer. 

Colossus

Each Midwest town has its water tower. Dan-Colossus

They are like benevolent gods

Standing above the city.

Names proudly painted on them.

Mythical names —

Anawan

Mineral

Neponset

And Kewanee

Born up to the sky on steele arms like offerings.

Declaring to the world,

We are here.

Fairview Cemetery

They were farmers while they lived.          

Dan-Fairview

Uncounted sunrises and spring plantings. 

Uncounted sunsets and harvests.

Lifetimes now frozen in stone,

Set neatly in silent rows.

Like furrows in a new plowed field

Seed waiting for early summer sun.

Chosen Little Lady

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She is the quiet one,

Wrapped in a magic world of spring and summer;

Of drifting leaves, golden and damp;

Of winter nights after snowfall.

Sitting on a stump she is framed

In the green of the forest maple,

Singing a summer song that my heart remembers.

She is peaceful.

Gliding softly over mirrored images,

Her voice is like the gurgling of the water beneath the boat.

We talk of the mountain

of the maker

of the woodsmoke hanging motionless over the darkening waters

of the first stars of evening,

and the distant sounds of laughter around the fires.

She is like them.

Water Dance

Do you hear the dance?WaterDance

Water sliding among rocks

Footfalls on the wind. 

The sound skips

Sparkles to the ear

This water dance 

It laughs, leaps

Calls, “dance with me.”