Loch Garten

Just a few steps from the long road, 

I rest on fallen leaves. 

Here we are together 

on the banks of peace. 

The air colder than ice, 

the water not far behind. 

Melted from last winter

into this glass divine. 

As mist drifts across the loch, 

six ospreys cut through the stillness, 

hiding in the haze 

as they touch down on the surface. 

Not unlike the autumn leaves 

that twirl down before they float 

in ripples of their own making, 

here in their final resting place. 

As my grays shimmer in this morning light, 

I hope to return one more fall. 

I’ll gently rise and softly call, 

good day and joy be to you all.

It's Rather Beautiful

I spent a lot of time on love, 

obsessed with the idea of it. 

A wholesome expectation 

I didn't know how to attain. 

And when I discovered 

it was not out of reach 

I jumped into each pool 

not knowing how to swim. 

And each time, my body 

would float back to the surface 

as my mind floated in the clouds, 

but my heart would float suspended.

It was waiting for you to hold it, 

my hopeless dream come true. 

I spent my entire life hopeful 

that love would lead me to you.

Hate has a Way

With a few words 

you pierce my psyche. 

Hate has a way.

Yet I know you're only looking for a fight. 

Easier to live in darkness 

than to see the light. 

Your peace is bought, 

not earned. 

Easier to hurt than to learn.

There's a Freedom

There's a freedom 

in not succeeding, 

a peace in last place. 

It comes from learning 

that chasing perfection 

is not a race.

Wisdom Comes

Our wisdom comes 

from open minds, 

open hearts and 

open eyes. 

Those who claim 

to know it all 

have so much more 

to learn.