Acorns

I once called a people my own
blanketing their hills like manna from heaven.
Ground and purified, I gave my life for them.
Today, I'm left on the ground to rot,
a savior to the squirrels alone,
broken and crushed underfoot by strangers,
Neglected and forgotten like the people I once knew.

Fairies

There are fairies in my yard.  I've seen them with my own eyes. 

Sometimes it's only a glint of emerald or a glimmer of ruby 

as they dip and dart and dance through the air. 

At other times, they hover like tiny drones right in front of the kitchen window, 

full of dazzling color and fairy charm, 

winking at me between sips from the flowering quince. 

And just before sunrise, when I go out for the morning paper, 

I hear fairy voices calling from the bottle brush tree. 

Sometimes, it seems like they're talking to me.

Cancer

A speck of sawdust was his only clue

a tiny speck in the corner, almost overlooked,

detritus of a subterranean swarm that was 

silently laying waste to the woodwork.

But all the while he never knew, until

the speck of sawdust pushed through.

Sensing You

I don't need a voice to sing Your praise
In the silence, I hear you speak
When I close my eyes, I still see Your face
You touch me without hands

I taste the sweetness of Your words
Your presence, like incense, soothes my soul.

Your Spirit awakens my senses.

Full Moon Heart

Oh to have a full moon heart 

not tilted away or eclipsed by shadows

but fully exposed to the piercing rays

A polished mirror, an orange ball of fire

Shining bright in an ocean of darkness