A New Day

It’s 3 degrees here in the frozen northland. Winter has finally descended upon us. Autumn was a nice run as we enjoyed the warmer than normal temperatures. But the last week has brought nothing but dismal skies and colder weather reminding me of where I live.

But the sun made an appearance today for the first time in a while. I watched it from my writing nest as it rose above the low mountains. A sunrise that was truly a site to behold. The eastern horizon was so bright that it made me want to close my eyes yet I could not look away as the sky filled with the beautiful colors of dawn. But it quickly faded into the haze of winter’s sky and disappeared.

Like life, there are things and people that flash into our lives and bring us great joy. Never forget that those moments or those friends could be taken away just as quickly as the sun can fade behind a cloud. So we must cherish every second we have to share and live our lives as if there will be no tomorrow.

Enjoy each day to the fullest and you will not regret the past.

Have a great beginning to a fantastic new year.

Taking the Backroads

My youthful dreams walked

A thousand miles

Through your summer dust

Your jagged face pressed

Against my calloused feet

Your solitude, a reservoir

For so many unwritten thoughts

I cried the day

They covered you in black

And carried away my innocents

On the back of their empty promises

Among the Stars and Moon

Among the Stars and Moon

You told me so many stories

Tales of someday very soon

Your God would lift our mortal veil

And we would join the stars and moon

 

I paid no heed to your warnings

For I was innocent and young

I had so many dreams to live

Too many songs left yet unsung

 

Tonight the ring broke the silence

Told me your words had come to pass

That your God sent down his Angels

And they welcomed you home at last

 

Now, that age has crept upon me

Can’t help but think about it all

How, in my life, I seldom prayed

That’s if I ever prayed at all

 

If it’s not too late my brother

I’ll learn that celestial tune

So that we might dance together

Out there, among the stars and moon

Transitions

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Ah yes there’s the rub; life’s small transitions

A birth to youth, youth to age, age to death

Much too quickly my brothers and sisters

Have passed through their veil of reality

And now join the orchestra of rapture

Too quickly I follow their lanterns glow

Sing to me a song, my Angels of grief

I can’t remember my life from before

Carefree and chasing the forever more

Maybe there are some things that can be left unsaid. But, I love you, is not it.

When I was young my parents told me that I would wish I had this time to live again. I have to say that I thought they were a bit senile. Who in their right mind would want to live with no TV, cell phone or Facebook? Who wants to fish in clean water, breathe unpolluted air, or play in the middle of the street without harm? Who needs to sleep through a silent night or wake early to play in dew covered grass? Who needs simplicity, friends …family? Why would I long to hug my father, to kiss my mother’s brow, to tell my brothers and sisters I love them.

“Not me,” said the ignorance of youth.