Snow Song

Trinity Island house & snow

A snowflake wends its way to earth,
dissolving on your hand.

Two or three and more leave
snow pearls in your hair.

You lift your face to the sky,
receive snow kisses on your skin,

hold your breath
as the magic gathers

and in the drifting white
the world is transfigured.

In an awesome quiet
you listen to the morning,

and birdsong,
that echoes deep into your heart.

For Heather Dawn Kemp

Field Notes By The Sea

 

Listen with the sea, curling over rocks,

Field notes for MN1

oyster, laid open with razor, and clusters of pink and bone white shells.

field notes for MN2

Listen with the Gulls, see them swiftly rise and fall, hear their call of freedom over footprints.

field notes for MN3

 

Sit upon a warming rock,

field notes for MN4

 listen to the tide, fill your spirit with the  lullaby,

 the heaving sigh.

The Song Of You

The Song Of You
The Song Of You

Rushing to the shore,

the tide follows our footprints, 

tracing the pattern of lives filled with memories of

YOU 

And I am grateful. Grateful for your  life.

Grateful to have shared some of it, but more than this,

grateful that you are more than a memory,

you are the song of the Universe.

The song of

YOU 

FOR EVERYONE