Enough light to see the path; enough courage to take the step; enough sense to enjoy the walk; enough company to share the time.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Take The Hint































Pearly blue above,
It’s seventy-two degrees—
Still you are inside.

Dappled shade below—
Birds sing ridiculously,
Beckon you to join them.









re: the unopened present



shake it and hear only waiting silence
open it and find it empty but for
ten words spoken into it so small
and simple a thing it takes no space at
all in a light paper box full of wish
hope long and will that i also carry
compact though uncontained


(How can a heart full of empty weigh so much?)