I am a newborn at a mother’s breastI am a novice kneeling at the good lord’s feetI am a student cross legged on a woven mat My memories are washed away by my tearsMy life before now ashes from the burning bushMy past a blur as I center and assume my stance I bath inContinue reading “Born Anew”
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Solitary Musings on a Foggy Morn
The fog more than a mist shrouds the tree lined border of our yard The birds not visible are in conversation somewhere nearby Otherwise I am left alone this morning It will rain soon. You always loved the rain, windows open at night to catch the lightening’s flash and the thunders crash You slept well toContinue reading “Solitary Musings on a Foggy Morn”
The Sun Glistens
The sun glistens in the waters of the Saw Mill The river ripples round the rocks in its midst and rapids just before the water falls The boxwoods and forsythia along it shores have burst into blossom The world seems fresh and new as I watch a Robin fly low over the surface of theContinue reading “The Sun Glistens”
Through the Haze
Seven decades into this thing called life I am just beginning to see through the haze.
Stolen Moments
Why do I crave and seek this quiet time by the waterside? Why do I wake early and complete my chores in silence? Walking the dog and gather my inks and pads, closing the front door in slow motion, just to feel the remnants of the summer sun on my cheek and brow? Why doContinue reading “Stolen Moments”
My Morning Ride
The trees are weeping white blossoms large birds wave their wings taking flight my heartbeat surges as my legs churn to summit the hills along the path the chill wind whips by me nothing quite compares to the feeling as I descend
Kathy
With hair as white as fresh snow in the sunshine a woman of a certain age sits patiently upon a bench and daydreams of the years gone by. She sees her dear brother Julius one branch lower on the tree they loved to climb and her handsome friend Willi looks up at her from the ground below. ThatContinue reading “Kathy”
The Dove Brief Flight
The Dove’s Brief Flight Daniel Rutberg October 2013 I am weightless and floating in the absence of light I am mourning the dove’s brief flight How does one feel when your first best friend dies your blood brother And broker of peace As children we saw rites and rituals dashed against theContinue reading “The Dove Brief Flight”
Stopped Turning
Tonight the world stopped turning Like the gears of a clock tower Stuck with a shudder And for that moment I was dancing again with My dear Aunt Stella, whirling in the air with the music playing loud and we were laughing in her home not far from the Ocean where we played in theContinue reading “Stopped Turning”
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