Last night’s harvest
Moon strolled slowly
Across the navy
Sky like beaming
Furloughed Sunday soldiers
Licking starlight snowcones
Then dipping delicately
Into the west
Like the toes
Of fancy women
Into languid ponds
This morning’s sky
Is a ruptured
Smooth peach alabaster
Whose marbled veins
Show white blue
Breaking into my
Room quiet thieves
Bring not take
This new day
Once lovers now
Friends we remember
These early mornings
Today as though
They were yesterday
Be sure to
Be young when
You’re young and
Old when you’re
Old for each
Has its own
Charm and grace
Neither to be
Missed or envied
Bring joy to
Others as you
Are however and
Whenever you are
Last when I
Spoke to God
He said two
Things to me
Which I didn’t
Understand yet trusted
Let him go
Let him be
Sometimes you never
Realize their meanings
Until after you’ve
Passed through the
Storms eye and
Are delivered new
God didn’t suggest
Saying good bye
He meant as
You have him
Nor did He
Mean silence but
As he is
Trust in Him
And just the
Things He says
He knows peace
Best and precisely
What it takes
To get there
Like a smudgy
Window thrown open
To let in
The spring breeze
So go I
This morn before
I was coated
By years of
Uncertainty and desperation
Grasping onto the
Last few limbs
Of a life
I thought I’d
Had falling into
The darkened abyss
I don’t know
Where to land
But land I
Shall in a
New world absent
The burdens of
The last and
Free to love
Whomever I choose
Like a tree
That has shed
Its leaves I
Stand naked barren
Ready for winters
Onslaught of snow
And biting cold
Yet I know
That what comes
After is new
Spring full of
Budding blooming life
And those long
Warm summer days
Of shimmying shade
I’m not worried
I’m happy for
I am alive
Always beautifully alive
