The Waters

Alive are the waters

Alive and well

Rushing through the rafters

Drowning out hell

Steam rises from the waters

Rushing like rapids

Roaring like dragons

Those that sound like thunderstorms

Thundering the waters engrave their way

Through the closed cave they pave

The waters run into the sky

And towards earth they fly

The waters declare freedom

The earth declares life

Scarlet Sun Rise Above

 Stockholm in the Morning by Katharine Shelby. 2018.
Stockholm in the Morning by Katharine Shelby. 2018.

Scarlet sun rise above

Shine the autumn with your love

Cast the water in apricot hues

Cover the sky with shades of bittersweet

You have one crimson eye

And one of silver

Great beast lurking to pounce

Dusty sea lip laps

As the world is still and quiet

Before humans buzz on the city streets

Before the world is filled with countless heart beats

Copper Leaf

The song of copper leaves

Dreams such as these

Bronzed by hope

Yellowed by light


The song of copper leaves

Falls into the eaves

A century passes by

A thousand years float by


The song of copper leaves

Is heard in the trees

As the wind plays through the branches

And the copper leaf dances


It sings about its happiness

It sings about its mourning

It dances out its sadness

It gestures for you to follow


Up and down





Across the sky and closing on the land


Follow the leaf as it dances, dances

Follow the leaf as it sings in you

The leaf is your coppery dream

The leaf is the dream that lights your way

Quote of the Day: A Friend Who Cares

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.

— Henri J.M. Nouwen, Out of Solitude: Three Meditations on the Christian Life

The Stolen Road

There is a place where the sidewalk ends

The same place where life begins

It is a crossroads

A bridge

A crosswalk


A leap into the unknown


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

But our paths did not

Small trails of smaller rocks

Do you follow?


It will not change now

The road and what its made of

I will not change now


So many lives I have seen

And so many people I have been


Good poets borrow; great poets steal.

— T.S. Elliot

Not Too Much

No habitation meets the eye

A speck that would have been beneath my sight

Not far, but near, I stood and saw it all

Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought

And it seems like time when after doubt

And of course there must be something wrong

That I should have guessed

It is because like men we look too near

And further still at an unearthly height

And lonely as it is, that loneliness

Were not too much to pay for birth

Robert Frost Cento


Clouds drift through the sky

Blue as sapphires

My sister’s eyes


In the tree my father’s pruning

The sun shining from behind him

The camera lens smiles

What a pictoresque day!


Sky is the highway of clouds

White as the snow

That still hides in the creases of earth

Here at home


A family happily outside

Waking the yard for spring

New plans await us

May the birds and their songs

The voices of children

Humming of winds

Whispering of blossoming leaves ring



Through the air of this spring



Do You… This Year (2016)

Do you hear this year wander
A wave to soon crash asunder
On the rocky edges of a new shore
A land wild and unexplored

Do you see this year crawl
On its knees soon to sprawl
Its tired breaths fading away
For something new to rise and stay

Do you see the year crying
As its family, itself are dying
So many think of it are gone
Yet we wait for a new dawn

Do you feel this year breaking
On the ruins of madness shaking
Did you feel all you love be lost
Love and humanity become frost

Yet there is this piece of news
As you feel last year’s blues
Humanity motivated by empathy is
Of this there are two new studies

Did you watch this year go crazy
That the world would burn, just maybe
Tragedies in the stars
Tragedies in so many wars

Now look at your life this year
How did it to you appear
Was there much sadness and hopelessness
Was there much good and happiness

Do you see the coming year
In its youth and vigour
And life will move on and on
As the year restarts its journey song