From the beginning


We’re all separated

from womb’s comfort…

discomfort begins;

basic survival demands

food and warmth.

Most are enshrouded

with loving nurturing –

undefined support…



Future pain,

future  joy,

future sorrow come into

every  journey.

Music frees the spirit

to heal,

to grieve,

to dance,

to hope,

to manifest

universal experiences.


I have my own particular sorrows, loves, delights; and you have yours. But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love, belong to all of us, in all times and in all places. Music is the only means whereby we feel these emotions in their universality.
– H.A. Overstreet





Ice would be warmer than her wool socked feet;

wind licked at window casements.

Simmering ring encompassed the bright moon;

lack of cloud cover plummeted temperatures.

The small abode ached and creaked in protest.

More layers trapped feeble body heat;

bed covers were frigid – propped up in overstuffed

chair, the moon descended across the barren floor.

Hot tea steamed corrective lenses into visual disability;

Sitting in dark silence and feeling incomplete in some way…

oh, of course, it was the absence of furry wee creatures –

her heart was chilled  without beloved cat companions

but there was no food for them either.



Bracing Oneself


At last, first official day of winter has arrived;

shortest day starts gray and somber as if

night can’t wait to descend into its longest darkness.

There is solace but you have to really look for beauty.

Here fifty shades of white and freezing temperatures

are not common… higher elevations contain that.

Lowlands just cower in their hundred shades of gray;

pewter skies reflected on flat salt water and  rain mist

bends the two into flat light – which is sky – which is water?

Ignoring vertigo with feet to the ground, spirit shines inner light

revealing ancient magic, manifestation and transformation

that is afoot in these dark days of once great mystery.

It’s time to roast marshmallow over the gas burner

and forget the hell that we create…


Inspiration for Bracing Oneself is from this quote: “Sometimes life’s Hell. But hey! Whatever gets the marshmallows toasty.”
– J. Andrew Helt





Pulling depression’s cloak around chilled shoulders

Created the illusion of being safe and warm…

It was the norm for holiday cheer’s trite face.

Familiar mire was comforting to wade through as

daylight faded and the limbs and heart grew chill.

Wrapped in a cocoon of angst, these tumultuous emotions

Of civilized acceptance of what happiness really is will be

burnt away in Solstice’s forthcoming bonfire celebration.

Dancing into the firelight, other hermits strayed to bathe

before returning to solitary connections beyond greed’s pulse.


Inspiration for the poem Celebration is from this quote: But I’ll tell you what hermits realize. If you go off into a far, far forest and get very quiet, you’ll come to understand that you’re connected with everything.  – Alan Watts





The one magical memory from childhood,

This decorated evergreen filling the house with scent;

The lights putting sparkle into long winter night.


This year contains no scent;

This year there are no sparkling lights;

This year is filled with poverty’s kiss.

My sighs could fill a stocking with coal;

Coal black and heavy weighs down this longest night.

I don’t want or need more stuff.

I need the magic to return…