We have walked on different paths,

And laid claim to different priorities.

Still, lingering in some of the same

Spots along the path to see the views

We caught glimpse of similar lookouts.

Sometimes, I was there in winter, while

You visited the spot summer or fall.

The scent of betrayals of our bodies

And along the borderlands of time

From those whose life stretched

To the breaking point of truth

Sheds stories–some we live with

And some we learn from.

There is in all of this

An invisible flight of wings

Touching the sky circling

And flying down to earth

To home again where we meet

On two sides of a bridge–

One recognizing the other

Bridged by the invisible.

Happy Belated Birthday


Metaphorical Writing for 5/2/2013


Again the ice preceding snow hit early on my back wondering if it was in disfavor with the weather.  My back and I were not being favored, and I can still feel where it hit, as if waiting for me … Continue reading

Metaphorical Writing 4/27/2013


Spring fever has finally melted the heart of this year’s snow, but the buds are still hesitant and shy, while my spring cleaning is officially underway.  Its time for a long drive with my car poking its head up and … Continue reading

Metaphorical Writing for 4/19/2013


There is always a deep sense of peace in the light of snow.  The big tree outside of my window is covered, but the snow unsatisfied with how it had tricked my mind into the desire for the comfort of … Continue reading

Metaphorical Writing 4/18/2013


One more grey day  flips up on the calendar page pontificating about snow with the prowess of a lion who, in my desire for green, has made me her prey, and the kaleidoscopic page smirks at my tribulations like a … Continue reading

Repost 4/10/2013


2nd time posting this today….trying to figure out why things get distributed sometimes and not others.  If anyone knows the answer let me know. Okay.  Also, thanks to those who were wishing me well, while I was sick. This snow … Continue reading

Metaphor for 4/10/2013


This snow sat in my heart and materialized.  You could not have told me otherwise, though some tried with persuasions of spring.  It filled a heart-spot packed with the ice of frozen tears, while I tried to will myself to … Continue reading