Winter

At the onslaught of winter stripped of their possessions trees stand in silent prayer.

Grey clouds hang low just above the black trees as if to kiss them goodbye

The milky white glow of moon creates a longing

Is it possible to reach out to unknown?

I get no answer in that cold and still night.

Flowers huddled together still spread their fragrance

Soon the merciless frost of winter will kill the bloom.

Gofers in my backyard have created mounds of dirt to settle deep in warm earth.

Standing by the door I watch a little spider struggling to sneak through-

It spreads a chill in my spine.

When and where life will close its door upon us?

In the rush of life the question gets pushed aside

Like the unopened junk mail on kitchen table.

I turn my thoughts to burning flames of fireplace

The warmth of life circulates in room with an orange glow
      Comforting and reassuring-

Come spring life will shower again its grace upon my back yard

Returning with fresh flowers, fruits and leaves.

A Point

 An affable desire rising from deeps of my heart

To search for a point where you and I can meet.

A segue from rift to harmony

A soft touch, a moment of peace

A place to rest for restless mind

When bitter redundant passions turn sangfroid

I look around and see sky and earth meeting at horizon

The sanguine dusk embracing the night and day

The river rushing to meet the ocean

All my life I have been searching for something like wise

Never knowing the abscess of sorrow

Needs to be dissolved first to seek joy

The nub of life- the point of nirvana

But I need you to hold my hand to walk with me

Let’s walk together in a world

Where mysteries of life still unfold

All those years I have tried to touch you in vain

I will take two steps for your one

But you have to move from your point of isolation.