Blessings beyond

Room with a view
stillness beyond the thin pane,
candles lit to break the darkness
as night comes calling
to a heart reflecting in peace.
Trips down the lane
as yesterday waits to be remembered
and we paint our world in color of season,
the scent emerges to spark the mood
of yule and cone nestled
between the wrap of yellowed paper,
we pluck one by one
with a gentle smile
and our youth comes rushing back
welcomed with a laugh on air,
decorated walls speak of tradition,
of long lost times and faces
we still see in our minds eye.
Blessings beyond the here and now,
we are gifted with the goodness
of hearth and home
and the abundance of knowing the worth
of love and life
and all that lay in between,
we settle in comfort and with a gentle sigh
dive into the joy of another moment spent
with beauty all around.

Football on the tube and next up, finishing putting ornaments on the tree. Not knowing how the new kitty would be with it, we left it up last night with only lights strung. Today the true test will be had by all. Crossing fingers and hopeful that all will be well till it comes down at the end of the month.

Kit Kat says I’ll behave…..insert evil cat laugh _____ here.

Time imagined

We are filled
as boundless energy conspires
to take us deeper into the days,
like cool water washing away
the cares of time imagined,
drifting farther away.
We grasp the straws of fortune
pulling at the longest
in our hopes and dreams
for that magic to come
washed onto the shore,
the treasure of better times
and blue skies smiling
with answers correct
falling like rain on a sunny day.
Who are we,
our huddled masses sing our verse
in fevered pitch rising higher
and a chorus of minutes
tick-tock by like ants marching
so we salute and carry on
playing the pipers tune yet knowing
that in each beating heart
the clock will chime the hour
and standing to fill the halls
with a song of rejoicing
in dark shadowed corners they come forward,
together one by one and bringing
a land of time imagined,
of a universe united
and free.

Another channeled poem, I had been thinking of one thing and found it veeering in a new direction. Ah, the whims of the inner muse singing again with a heartfelt smile of peace and love for all.

The shape of red

Moments of certainty
caught in the clarity of a lucid thought,
the shape of red lifted from beyond
as the scent of cinnamon filled my senses
a thousand falling valentine hearts
dripping from above,
like falling leaves settling into a dish-
a season of letting go
captured and understood deep within
as I inhaled the essence
and faded back into the depths.
The color never preferred
over others I drew joy from,
the vibrant hues of yesterday but so much more
held deep in the hold of timelessness
and I woke while still I slept
seeing faces faded from thought,
leaving the wonder of why now
as I reached out to touch the pieces
of those tiny bits now scattered
hearing those in the scene laughing that joyful sound
all for the bounty I had found
but I threw them high above me,
watching as they scattered once more
then watching without a care,
the tiny pieces disappearing
like the illusion they had been.
They questioned me
and my need for not gathering them all
and holding them close,
keeping them for a rainy day
or some other such reasoning
but I did not know what then to say,
for they had all gone
into the whispering wind of yesterday
where nothing lasts forever
and in the letting go
I found the abundance held.
Have you found a cinnamon heart
somewhere in your travels,
perhaps on the side of a road
now dirty maybe
or faded from time,
could it have been mine
from the day I was small in a dream,
when I thought the world needed
more than I could give?
If so, I shall smile
and move on
and if not, just wait
perhaps in time it will come.

A steady stream of consciousness piece, in part some of a dream I had last night, still pondering that one. Maybe the small KitKat bar I had before bed seeping sugar into my aimless dream thoughts.