Wednesday, December 21, 2016

do I think God is in the sky
any more than in the twigs
And I walk in the woods
I seek something above
and beyond these trees
But it is so dark in me
Now snow covers soil
The reaching trees stand here
I search the high sky
Looking up
When I could as well
lay my fingering
twigs upon my heart
and follow down roots
and delve most deep into the darkness
I come from

Thursday, December 1, 2016

 Christmas musings
It's been a long time since we've had a January
but there's one coming soon.
A long month with a lot of time for nothing,
many nothing-filled days.
With deadlines past,
we can sleep 'til noon,
warm leftovers when the afternoon darkens,
drink tea,
light candles alight.
Leave the dishes for tomorrow;
I'm busy with nothing tonight.