Well it has been awhile. The whey protein has been a big help. I no longer feel achy, tired or dull in the brain. I actually enjoy shoveling the snow. I have a feeling that we are going to get the bad weather from here on out to make up for the past 2 winters and our summer drought. The full moon graced us with a view this past week. That and picture in my mind brings forth this end of the year poem

Beauty of Hope

Beneath cold white light

floating upon brushed

black satin...

From winter's

bounty of

white silk...

A lone single

emerald stalk...

Crimson is the

frosted rose

blooming

The vision of

hope's promise...

In a long

night of cold

ccd

Dec. 2012

I know it has been a while. So for my friends in Denmark. I had some long, put off, blood screening done a month ago during a normal check up. I found out my
blood proteins were low. I think that is part of the problem with my lack of writing.
the mind was dulled, the body tired. I have been taking a protein suppliment for a couple of weeks I do feel much sharper and more energetic. Work is the same.



It has been awhile since I last posted. Some times I was feeling empty. Some times I was feeling plugged. I do not really know the reasons. I speculate in my mind about it a lot. Que sera sera....what ever will be ...will be  the futures not mine to see......

This has been one physically miserable weekend. The cold and dampness settled into my body. I could not get warm. The weather change woke me up at 3:30 Friday morning. My body felt like I never took  my celebrex Thursday evening. I have not been comfortable since. So fall is here with winter not far behind.

I do have another poem but I am seeking an ending to it.

Old Maple

Cool is the Fall's

breath stripping

Spring's renewal  from

your limbs...

Discarded upon the

ground...

Warm, are fragile golden

embers holding memories

of a

summer sun

I ask you old maple,

standing to your

winters sleep...

Is it dreams

of summers past

sweetening your

 nectar at

Spring's awakening?

ccd 
Oct. 2012

The Fair is in town this week. It signals the end of summer. Yet it is too quiet. I am restless as is my soul. I know not what changes are coming but I wait.

Waiting

My thoughts are in between...

Summer changes into Fall

time stands still

Life becomes restless

with no change...

Predators feeding

on carrion

lose the edge

of a hunt

A dry stream

giving no voice

waits to hear its

song again

Clouds of promise

break and run...

No shower or storm

to rend the

tedium of the wait

Feeling parched,

I thirst for change...

ccd August 2012



This weekend we pass through one of the meteor belts. Once agin this year

our night skies are clouded over during the best part of the show. So how does one make a wish upon an unseen falling star? Maybe it is best...for every wish filled has a price.

Cold summer rain

When summer's sun

bakes  yearnings

of the soul...

Moonless nights open

heaven's wonder

to a thirst

unquenchable

Make your wish upon

a falling star...

Bringing comfort more than

wishes falling through
night's clouds,
washed to
unfilled dreams...

Warm winter's snow

with thoughts of

home and hearth

 Cold summer rain
brings no joy
chilling bone and marrow

ccd August 2012

 

It has been many weeks since it last posted. When things hang heavy on the mind I can not write. Even looking at the blog saddens me to an emptiness where I write from. I have visited the lake a few times. I went back today with a camera. the sights are not pleasing. The first 2 are from the dam I walk. The third is the boat ramp where Ashley caught her first fish in Pa.

To my lady friend Susi, I will open my messenger every night for the rest of August to see if you write.

Sleep Early Tamarack

Lady...

I drink of your

heart's fading beauty

with sadness...

 The sun and moon

once strolling paths of

gold and silver...

 now stumble 

upon bones of your

depths

No change of

season brings such a

stench of decay

upon your breath

Let your soul

Sleep early lady...

Those now leeching life's

blood...

seek to return

your heart's 

strength and beauty

ccd

August 2012

Lake Tamarack is down a good 6 feet. one of the dams has a leak, In its infinite intelligence, a lake that is considered highly hazardous by the Dept. of Environment Protection and the US Army Corp of Engineers, is NOT considered the same by the
Pa. Game and Fish Commission. Now it is, when we have the money it will be repaired.
The dams were constructed to control flooding in Meadville. Tamarack flows into Rat Lake both of which are earthen dams put in for flood control. Lets see a couple of million gallon capacity of Rat Lake I am sure can hold the 3 Billion capacity of Tamarack. Yea, right.....

Walking the shore it tricky now. It is uneven. the rocks are uneven, loose. Puddles are great for mosquitoes, especially after this mild winter.

When you read this poem the spacing will be wrong but the point is still there. I have tried to edit it 4 times but the spacing remains the same.  Que sara...sara.....
I walk a path with side trails to see what I can learn.....In life some things should be side stepped but still be watched....

Wisdom of the Rock

A trail I walk at opportune times

beneath late spring sun

and shading trees

 With the incessant buzz of

short lived gnats at my ears...

and birds flitting, singing and

playing among the branches

overhead...

distracting....

I stumble upon a broken

dirt mound from which

a large stone crowns
as a birthing infant

New to this path...

it was not here when

last I strolled beneath

these trees...

I stop and ponder the purpose

of this annoyance...

this crowning rock imposing
itself upon my trail....

A shovel I could retrieve

and dig it up, but....

how large is this stone and

what of the remaining hole?....

The hole I can fill with less interesting

dirt that can turn an unsuspecting

ankle...

A small inconvenience

I can remove and toss aside...

When shall I decide the stone

is to large to move and how much

of my walk will be wasted?.....

The stone will stay...

marked in my mind where

to watch my footing

upon this trail ....

I wonder what other bits of

wisdom lay hidden
beneath my feet...

ccd June 2012

The weather is warming. Mid spring is here and it is dry.I do hope it is not going to be an overly dry summer.

I have been working on a poem for 2 weeks.  Lets see how well it works

Birds still sing

Among the forest

A seed is cast, roots are set

 Young heart sings to life

Life grows in silence

Dance of seasons through the years

Roots spread across time

Fall storm, thunder rolls

Lightening takes the trees' heart

Morning birds still sing

ccd

May 2012

To my lady friend Suzy ....Welcome back. nothing has changed in my contacts for the net. I hope things are going well with you and your family. Bonnies loss will never lessen there is no other.
I hope you enjoyed the poems you missed being ofline.
This is just a quick note since I am at work. talk with you soon.

The end of April. Spring returns with all its' greenery and coolness.winter (a strange one it was)has ended.New life has begun. Its' mystery lies ahead. I was able to write a poen today well actualy 3  in one again. Haiku is not easy.

Julie's Tree
(In one or three)

Life shows us beauty

Heart and soul growing through all

Never ends seeking

…

Through years a tree grows

Strength of root holding beauty

Giving life to all

...

Morning lights new day

Barren tree stands with a grace

Shadow still seeks life

ccd

April 2012

Easter Sunday. This is a day for introspection. I get up at my regular time. At sunrise I am out at Lake Tamarack. My only companionns are the creatures of nature.

Crows call to one another among the trees. A lone turkey lends its voice at odd intervals. Two geese coast above the  mist across the darkness on the other side of the lake. I know this not from sight but from their flat voice gliding with the mist. Blood once stained  a cross again shows itsself in the sunrise. I wonder if it was this cold that many centuries ago. and what the sunrise looked like then.

It has been 3 weeks since I have written anything. I've had tons on my mind and Kim has been moving back home. Winter is ending and I have been watching the moon.

It is the last moon of winter. In tribute Todays poem is to her.

Winter's Last Moon

Silver Lady...

Gently you fade from

a winter sky

Soon you will put away

this winter cloak

and chase the

sun through spring

and summer

Turn your heart at

morning light...

Life in winter slumber

you've watched over...

Gaze 

now upon  crocus and

daffodil that open

their hearts to waking

spring...

Sleep now...

When you awaken

creatures of the night

will be singing of your

grace and beauty

ccd March 2012

Oky

Okey dokey, it has been 2 weeks since I posted. I have no poem again . With Kim in the process of moving back in we have been ...alright, alright she more than me has been giving the house a through going over and rearangement. So i have been tied to the house and not getting out to nature. Only one more weekend I hope. talk to you later

What to say? What to write?
another week of a mild winter lets the time fly. The Old Farmers almanac  got it right for our neck of the woods.  The heavy storms hit the east coast. Here we are only into our 3rd snow of the season. The Pacific winds have kept the jet stream around the artic circle. Great for us bad for Europe. I hope my friends in Denmark are doing well.
Todays poem took root at the begining of the week due to a customers comment on the moon and what its name is for February. How appropriate for snow after the full moon.

Snow Moon

Silver Lady bringing

light to the

darkened hours

Enchanter of dreams,

with your kiss upon

each crown

in your unhurried

walk across a

winter night

Do you give a final

kiss for winter's end?

I think not...

Your touch chills my marrow

in nightly slumber

Where you tread

your frosty breath

leaves a coat of white

Even your name promises

no spring or warmth...

You have been named right

for February

I call you Lady for

your grace and beauty...

Truth be told ...

your heart is frozen

as should be

for the beautiful...

Snow Moon

ccd Feb 2012

 Here we sit this winter in  uncommon weather conditions. Europe is getting slammed and we are simmering in what may be considered early spring or late fall weather. I am not complaining, however I do wonder in what manner will Mother nature extract payment.
I finally received a poem. I took liberties in writing it. In truth there was no snow or ice in the stream bead. and the water runs freely sining a winter song. It is short but I hope it is ok.



Winter's Butterfly

At the feet of sleeping trees

a bed does lay

trimmed in winter white

Pillowed on ice...

a winter butterfly within

its' cocoon

murmurs in sleep...

 stirring soft dreams beneath

its' frozen blanket...

The stream

waits only for Spring's

first rainbow...

to shed its' cocoon

and share new treasures

ccd Feb. 2012

It was a better ending to a slow week. I hope it keeps up.I wonder how much of the surley mood sswings are related to the weather. or the political climate. I do feel a lifting of the gloomy pall from the shoulders of people.

It looks like no poem today

The week has been gray and cold. Along with the snow, it seems the weight of the world was dumped here. Everything slowed to a crawl. The temperaments of people though not surley, they were shadowed in a heaviness. I do not know about others, but for me this week, I have been more mentally exhausted than I have in a long time. This poem today is more of introspection than of nature.

 Trails in the Snow

As problems weigh upon

the shoulders,

so be the grey clouds

above...

A biting cold that gnaws

at my bones

freezing the marrow with

tentacles creeping in...

Each falling flake of snow

adds its' weight in chill

I gaze upon the tracks of

deer and rabbit crossing

the yard...

empty imperfections marring

the white blanket

Then I wonder, from where did

they come? Where do they

go?..

As pure as the reflected sun

and sharp as the shadows

that lay upon this white...

They come from the past and

go into the future...

I think I shall gather and cloak

myself in warm memories of

the past...

I shall travel this cold track

of imperfections

into the future

ccd Jan. 2012



I guess my brain must be fried this week I have no idea or inspiration for a poem.
I will however post  pictures from Lake Tamarack and my back yard, taken today.

I had another lazy Sunday. Went to bed about one hour later and slept  past the alarm .
light brunch  early dinner. then off to Lake Tamarack.

I took my new flute with me. It was sounding good until the wood got to cold to hold its  its' tone.

The lake is now frozen over no slush all solid ice

Unknown Visitor

In fitful slumber

fighting morning"s

wakening...

I chase threads of

forgotten dreams

A thread I grasp...

Snap... the poem I had

in dream is gone...

What is this scent

in my room that breaks

the thread?

Familiar is this  smell

that invades my nose

What is this lilac scent of

phantoms past?

memories of

 spring or soul of friend?

I am alone...

to me, this visitor

remains unknown...

and yet I smile

to memories past

ccd Jan. 2012

The first day of the year of 2012. It also falls on the first Sunday of the year that is the first day of the week.It is also the last year in the Mayan calendar.It is going to be an interesting year. A gentle rain falls on a tepid day. I have little in my mind this day for a poem so i will try to use what I wrote a couple of months ago to inspire/

Dream Rose

...

Ruined blinded eyes

Scarlet rose upon black silk

Blooms within my mind

...

Unfinished

 

Strumming the screens on

my unshuttered windows

the wind promises

life with the rain

tossed upon the roof

 

Rolling grey and black clouds

split for but a moment

the suns rays bring

warmth to this tepid day

 

This day is but

one of many promises

yet to be...

I leave this verse as

is this year...

 unfinished

 

ccd Jan. 2012