first day...aroma

of newly-sharpened pencils

and fear

This post isn't a poem, but instead a prayer. A friend of mine read it and said that I should post it on my blog, so I am. I'm a teacher and school starts tomorrow. I met several of my students last night at open house and I went home thinking about them. I wrote this little prayer when I got home. This is truly the desire of my heart as I start this new school year with them.

Dear Lord, Help me to remember that each one of these is a child of yours. Help me to see my own daughter's face when I look at each one of them, remembering that every child is some parent's everything. Especially help me to fill the void in some way for those kids who don't have that...who are made to feel like nothing instead of everything. Help me show them their worth. Teach me as I teach them. -AMEN

late summer storm

blowing in with

raw power-

petals wilted from the heat

surrender and release...

intoxicating-
scent of a memory
takes me away...

single star

peeks through the branches then

disappears again-

front porch rocking chair creaks

in rhythm with the night

insomnia-
words not yet written
whisper loudly...

little bird

sees all, perched on my

angled rooftop-

the moon is his tonight...

finders keepers

unexpected
cool breeze forwards my thoughts
to autumn-
sounds of a marching band
practicing in the distance...

across her forehead,

wisp of blonde hair flies

away in the breeze-

if only she could stay small,

if only...

brush strokes across

the sunset sky-majesty

in pastels

funeral day-

through tears, I see

a single lilly

among the dry grass-

embrace of God...

mid-August daydream

finds me drifting away on

a salty breeze-

abruptly awakened by

the morning bell

clinging to

promises of old, in search

of present comfort-

a falling star catches

my eye...

pitter-patter

of raindrops outside

my bedroom window-

sleep washing over me

at last...

feathery clouds

stretch across the night sky

and tickle the moon

writer's block-

words lost somewhere in the

sapphire sky

dancing limbs sway

against the storm's rage

and fury-

grace

under pressure

quite familiar,

that luminescent smile
above my rooftop-

how does this ancient one
make my world new again?

Hello old friend-

full moon hovers over

my shoulder.

two a.m.-

tired body in need of rest

can't convince my mind...