A harmonica honks
like my father 
used to play 
a dozen geese
screeching in unison 
I never understood 
harmony until I 
heard it now 
and its melody 
coming back reminding 
me of Christmas 
God rest ye
very merry gentlemen 

Far east clouds 
hovering above plains 
blocks the sun
making my west
facing windows gloomy 
outside I see
blue just a
reach away a
city in between 
and the mountains 
in my way 

If freedom 
had a
feeling then 
alone would 
be it
the silence 
that comes 
and stays 
and isn’t 
scared away 

I write 
what’s in
my heart 
the things 
that my
mind tells 
me not 
to say 

Sometimes a taste 
of heaven is
all you get
but those few
drops are enough 
to find their 
way to the 
seedlings of happiness 
making the forest 
of ever after 
alive and well 
never discount rain 
for it comes