Dream-scape

A walk into my dreams, 

holding my dream-self 

                        

    by the hand, 

we enter a land 

peopled by doves and dragons 

happy rainbows over 

               

              blackened clouds

to divine the bizarre and beautiful 

frightening mountains and flowered meadows

to wake in the morning 

to rumpled covers, 

a tearstained face or a crooked smile. 

Dreams fray like sunrise clouds

my dream-self fades into my pillow

and I am changed.

“I wake to sleep and take my waking slow.”

~ Theodore Roethke, Words for the Wind: The Collected Verse

(1908 ~ 1963)

The Race

Hurry into the morning as 

if it would escape. The victim 

of an everyday chase that ends 

when afternoon comes. Chase 

slows as sun lowers itself t’ward 

the horizon and the shadow of 

the racer crosses the finish line

Hurry into the night, out of breath and wanting sleep to come quickly so the race can begin again in the morning. And what use is 

the hurry, 

  the chase, 

                 the race 

when sun and moon don’t pay attention 

to our funny little races through our lives.

“We have to slow the rhythm of our lives so that 

the best of who we are can emerge.”

~ Lysa TerKeurst, author

Winter Imagining

Come with me as I walk 

in the midnight of winter 

with snow falling gently 

all around, edging head 

and shoulders in flakes 

of crystal. Beware the 

ice-y flows beneath the 

soft layer of new snow. 

Stand beneath a streetlight 

and watch as the drift and 

sway of dancing snow 

partners with cold wind in 

this delicate dance. When 

noses are red and cheeks 

pink aglow we turn our walk 

into the warmth of home.

“Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must

 protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths.”

~ George R.R. Martin, ~ Game Of Thrones