Lady ven Susie jeg håber du læser dette, før du går væk fra linje.
Jeg håber også, det er læsbart i dansk. Jeg bruger Bing oversætteren online


Ashley gav mig en gave denne jul. Det er den fløjte, jeg har ventet i en årrække.

Hvis du stadig walk bakken måske en dag vil du høre min sang på vinden. . Når du bedes huske din ven her på tværs af havene.

Tak for åbne mine øjne, hjerte og sjæl.
 
Jeg håber, du finder fred du så rigt fortjener
 

Din ven Chris

Christmas day 2011.
Last year at this time there was at least 2 feet of snow on the ground
Lake Tamarack was frozen over and I walked upon the ice. This year it
is still all open water. There were no profound meetings nor a moment of
a grand insight.Six days to the end of the year. What will the new year bring?

I Was a Thief This Day

A steel grey dawn

showing only the brown and grey

with a touch of frosted green

Cold was the air...

heavy was the frost that

brushed my face

A frozen hand...

a touch saying leave this

place...

 this is not for you

Breaking the silence

I spoke to everything and

nothing...

Harsh were the wind's words

blurring my eyes with tears,

biting at my ears...

I had dared to intrude

and ruin its morning song

I stayed

I watched a winter flower bloom...

burst into fire

Yes I was a thief at

dawn today...

I took all I saw and felt,

placed it in my heart...

The birthing of this day

ccd Dec 2011

Christmas Eve....
May the true meanings of this time of year pass into you and your families.
May all sorrows be lightened. May the memories of love unconditional carry your
heart.

I will try to be at Lake Tamarack at sun rise in the morning.

Peace to all my friends.

This time last year we had approximately 13 inches of snow on the ground.
this year hardly any Today i brushed maybe 1 inch off my truck. Except for the small snowfall, this year reminds me of winter in Augusta. The dampness hangs in the air. and flows through the body. Once the damp cold sets into the body it is extremely difficult to get warm. I could use a sauna in the house this year.

The Last Apple

I looked upon

my backyard last week

Twisted, and bent

the apple tree stands

in silence

A grey sculpture

barren of all except...

Attached to the home

that gave it life...

A small flower matured...

one small apple

I think to myself...

surely there must be

verse in this last fruit

So tenacious is this fruit,

clinging, beyond its time

to a home to high to reach...

It feeds only the biting cold of

a winter wind

It is gone today...

taken with it were

my thoughts for

a noble verse

ccd Dec. 2011

 The cold has settled in, Tendons stiffen, The winter sun lies of its' promised warmth. This mild winter is cruel. the damp cold  it sends through the body no flame can dry.

For my friends in Denmark there is no goodbye. You got me started with this writing. so you touched my soul. I can not remove a rock from the moon and I can not remove your souls' touch from mine.

Beneath the clouds 

in Haiku

Sun beneath the clouds
when two souls meet one will cry
seeds for tomorrow

Sun beneath the clouds
green thorny stems replanted

rose buds open the heart

Sun beneath the clouds

lilac scent riding the wind
joining day in blue

Sun beneath the clouds

moonlight's passion dance in spring

winter birthing life

ccd Dec 2011

Revision

Beneath the clouds
in Haiku


Sun beneath the clouds
when two souls meet one will cry
seeds for tomorrow

Sun beneath the clouds
lilac scent riding the wind
joining day in blue

Sun beneath the clouds
green thorny stems replanted
rose buds open the heart

Sun beneath the clouds
moonlight's passion dance in spring
winter birthing life


Which one wors better: Let me know please.






ccd Dec 2011

Three weeks untill the new year. Someone over greased the skids on this year.

What a wild ride it has been. I wonder what the new year will bring. Life is not a roller coaster for the feint of heart to ride. Slow climbs to see the beauty with terrible plunges into valleys of shadows and tunnels of darkness, yet bringing us back into light. In the end all I hear from my heart is I am not ready for the ride to end. Can I go again?

The first 2 stanzas of todays poem I wrote this past Wednesday. I had no Idea where it would lead. The title came after

I am

I looked out and saw

nothing

I closed my eyes and

looked in ...

I saw everything

The leaf of Fall

blown across the ground

no destination or direction...

that is me

The bubble upon a fast

moving creek...

taking in all as it passes,

bursting into light then
nothing when  full.

Formed from a

tear dropped from the

heavens...

that is me

The cold winter rain running

down the neck...

the blistering summer beach sun...

that is me

The roar of crowds

that pound the soul...

The silence of a lily

laid upon the bosom

in deaths grip...

that is me

The heart that

beats in terror...

cries in pain...

swells in pride and

bursts in love...

that is me

I am ...

the passion of

life in poetry

ccd Nov. 2011

Revision

I am

I looked out and saw
nothing

I closed my eyes and looked in ...
I saw everything

The leaf of Fall
blown across the ground
no destination or direction...
that is me

Formed from a
tear dropped from the
heavens...
The bubble upon a fast
moving creek
taking in all as it passes,
swelling...
when full, bursting into light
then nothing ...
that is me

The cold winter rain running
down the neck
freezing all emotion...

The blistering summer beach sun
scorching dreams...
that is me

The roar of crowds
that pound the soul...
The silence of a lily
laid upon the bosom
in deaths grip...
that is me

The heart that
beats in terror...
cries in pain...
swells in pride and
bursts in love...
that is me

I am ...
the passion of
life in
poetry