“if there is any fair assessment
or critical review of my life”
“we are echoes of God’s gift
dwelling inside natural temples”
“I climb my speckled tomes of granite—yet
I have never been that good at emojis”
“my loving Mother—who knew me well
passed away at a tender young age”
“as the ocean cuddles me—
I feel its past paths”
“for she is our glorious tree
and I am her endless river”
“April’s flood me with color
but this year—she hid away”
Another Elfchen poem on my deep desire to find some green…
“a hope of sharing in long adventures to happiness
on steps that ascend into the endless realms of family”
“sculptors gardeners barriers impediments”
“we are a caboose—
dragged by a long
train of dear friends”
“An Elfchen poem about spring. Or the lack thereof…”
A Cinquain pom about Doorways…
“bound in icy nights
I feel weights of heaping snow…”
“and they will aid us in arduous steps
if we take some time
to get to know them by name…”
“friendly ocean waves
swiftly expunge my footprints”
Photo courtesy of my friend Rod Sorenson rcoakley.com
Regardless of how the world speaks—
words really do matter…
An Elfchen poem about change…
“…radiance creates
tomorrow’s dawn of merciful
amnesia”
“I’m / Easily / Absorbed / Into the dark…”
