13 November 2016

harvest moon

it's coming up yonder
up slow through the pine
it's glowing and beaming
i wish it were mine
it's shining its light
over lovers and liars
it's steady and peaceful
whatever transpires
it's big and it's solid
though so far up high
my insides go soft
as i gaze to the sky
it's wrapping the world
in its blanket of glow
as it reflects sun's glory
i'm reminded i know
it's certain as tides
coming in going out
all bowing to One
in control beyond doubt
it's coming up yonder
bringing hope in its wake
as i lay my head down
such comfort i take

05 November 2016

telescoping

down the lane
the tree-lined lane
the future comes
at varying speeds
if i run it comes
quickly as a fox
if i stroll it comes
quickly as a fox
i cannot stop it
as the trees whiz by
it comes regardless
qué será será
and i
i
lonely little i
i must choose
if my steps are slow
or if i run to meet it
sometimes i look left
but i cannot leave
sometimes i glimpse
the sun shining through
i must look straight
face my fears
with hope
down the lane
the tree-lined lane