Winter

Alas, there is beauty in the winter

scene of snow and ice. 

A splendid portrait of 

crystallized water turned to ice and 

gleaming from the rooftops and trees. 

The cold that has replaced the warmth of the sun, 

has its beauty in the warm glow of lights 

seen from the homes and those 

who reside within. 

The smiles on the faces

of the children who play with glee

and who intice their parents with 

ideas of snowman and snow angels. 

Snowball fights fill the air

with delights of glee

as little ones run from 

potentially flying snow. 

Angels made by those who care

to lie on the cold of the snow covered ground

and share in the memories made

for all to recall.  

The winter night when 

all is calm and the silence instills 

a sense of calm and settled 

peace, 

the perfect time 

to snuggle up next to you

as we sit beside the fire sipping 

hot coca and reminiscing about the day.

The warmth of home and hearth

replaced by the cold of the day 

and the fun in the snow. 

As the day draws to end 

on this 

beautifully cold and ice filled

winter wonderland, 

happiness fills my heart 

as I look into your face and 

see the smile on your lips 

knowing that tomorrow 

we can do it all again.

Dedicated to my Uncle Jim....a wintertime foe, who longs for the warmth of summer days and the
saying goodbye to the beauty and cold of the wintertime wonderland

She Waits

What she knows, 

she keeps inside. 

A place where only she and 

God know. 

The love she feels, she keeps held back, 

for the moment is not 

now nor the time time to tell. 

She knows the answer to the question he asks, 

why it will never work with anyone 

else, 

because old wounds have 

failed to heal. 

Wounds that need to be brought to 

God and let out, 

not held in. 

Love can't grow in a place 

where darkness has a hold. 

Love can heal if God is allowed to  

to do His thing. 

So she waits, and she keeps to herself

what can't be said. 

As she prays for these 

wounds to heal, 

she knows what she must do. 

Time and distance are what they need

in order to build a 

relationship with a foundation 

strong enough to hold. 

A foundation that 

is built on 

God's love and His word. 

A foundation that 

can and will 

stand the test of time and 

be the solid ground

that he already is 

to her. 

The solid ground that 

they both desperately need.

So she brings it to God, 

the one who gave him to her. 

The one that brought them together, 

and holds their shaky relationship together. 

So she waits, 

a patience she has never before had. 

So she prays, 

in a way she never has before. 

So she sits,

something she before has never been able to do. 

So she loves

the man 

who can never be hers until 

he lets go, forgives 

and moves on. 

Until he has forgiven the one 

who hurt him

and caused him to distance himself 

from those that love him. 

In God's time and 

according to His plan,

so she waits.  

The burger

        He heard the Bell signaling the arrival 

the smile, the anticipation, 

the all knowing genuine delight and desire. 

The aroma, the anticipation of that 

first delectable, flavorful

delicious 

mouth watering, 

bite. 

His eyes alight with the 

sound of that bell, 

knowing that any minute

she will arrive, 

with his plate of yummy 

awesomeness. 

As she watches from 

across the table, 

the awkwardness that was 

there just moments before, 

gone with the sound 

of the bell. 

Forgotten with the smell of the 

food about to be brought. 

She waits to see the drool 

fall from his mouth, 

with eyes that 

light up 

as the plate draws near. 

A look 

every woman, near and far, 

wishes 

would be given her way, 

but a look that no mere 

woman could 

ever intercept

as the plate hits the table and 

his eyes full of pure 

unadulterated joy 

as the mouthwatering 

burger is bitten 

into. 

And then another

and another, 

until sadly it is gone. 

The tear she expects to fall 

from his now saddened face, 

breaks her hear

until, 

that moment, 

she offers him, 

the only thing she can offer him. 

A small token, 

of the friendship they share. 

She gives him, 

half 

of her burger 

that she can no longer eat.

A burger that is truly 

the world's best, 

and now he gets 

a small part of hers, 

and that joy, 

returns to his face. 

A smile 

that can only warm the

heart. 

Even if, 

for a burger eaten 

in a brewry. 

Another with no title...

In a moment 

things can change. 

Tomorrow 

may never come

for those who anticpate its arrival. 

We only have 

this moment

to let those in that we 

keep pushing away. 

We only have now

to ensure those we love 

know they are loved. 

In a moment 

your lives can be forever 

changed and 

the chance to 

tell someone how you feel 

will be gone. 

Stolen by the drunken driver

or a bullet meant for someone else. 

Illness can take that moment 

you had and remove it 

forever. 

What keeps you hidden? 

What keeps you 

locked away? 

Do you hide from your self? 

From those you love? 

If tomorrow never comes 

do the ones who matter 

know? 

Does he know that he is 

your everything? 

Does she know that your life

has no meaning without her 

in it? 

Our lives are not guaranteed a tomorrow!

We are not promised the chance 

to do it all again. 

We have this one moment, 

this one chance 

and this one God given 

moment, 

to let them know, 

Don't keep it locked inside

out of fear that 

they won't love you 

back. 

Don't keep yourself locked away 

because of past mistakes. 

The past is gone, 

the future is now, 

the present is here. 

Right the wrongs, and heal the hurt, 

forgive and forget, 

tomorrow may not come, 

but today is waiting to be finished.