Just a tidbit today. I haven’t gotten to write much in a while. But here’s this: Sometimes, the gale stops for a momentAnd it’s breathing that I hearMy love’s soft life-breath in my inner earIn mem’ry, just, but quiet and clear And Your love, mute as snowfallAdorns the image dearTwo hearts lashed by words sincereThree […]

Nose buried in the wrong scentHe said The dusts of tomes float as specsIn a shaft of light The wisened smell of textsTo clearly guide once meant Or perhaps only to whet? And those that read them clearestMost clearly missed ahead The figure stood before them –The Author knew them best -LS

I’ve learned again to see the sunTo feel its gentle graceTo let its beaming ease awayThe tears that streak my face Short but sweet. -LS

The funny thing it does to someoneTo fall asleep in black andGo out into the same inky world upon waking The funny thing it isTo feel your mood the same drizzly melancholyThat wets the earth and slicks the pavement beneath The funny happenstanceThat some walk an earth of rosy hueAnd we see them walking beside […]

Truths Like Christmas lightsLike fishing linesPull one from a box andTen more come along Tangled, hangingBaggage, countersNuance, framingStark reminders Truth isn’t simple anymore -LS

For your pleasure this morning, a poem I wrote in 2011 that I thought about last night while seeing the sun dress the San Diego harbor: Follow the silver parkwayThe marshal of nightly hosts preceding The way is clearly illuminatedWith darkness to either side The path churns idly,Waiting for its pilgrim Fraught with danger and […]

Truth fractured on that daySo long ago when good was rentWhen eyes were openedThe first brokennessTo beset our world, followed by more Truth splintered into shardsScattered like glass across a floorLodging itself into crooked ideasBent by the disturbanceShrapnel sharp and radiant There’s so much truth out thereAnd it’s all broken; incompleteReflected in a thousand attemptsTo […]

Sun shines through a haze of ashHope like green seedlings in morning lightNot expected; ferile growthThe dust doesn’t hinder them Newborns, if not heal, may at least mendNew creatures to tendThey’ll not renew this charred earthBut distract and bless in their own wayAlmost feel light again -LS

(Written Sunday morning while sitting at a secluded picnic bench overlooking Lake Arrowhead, CA) Thinking thereSails tense with noveltySunday morning cherries Language floats byPainted in word picturesCinnamon twice this morning Joy in invitationGod’s hand in friends and pancakesStop thinking of life in trains and destinationsMaybe life only blooms one day at a time -LS

Written 7/4/2021 BillowingSails in the windCaravansWaiting for their chance to venture inCloudsA canvas tautWindA breath caughtWhen does the day begin? -LS