Winter feels like scorn
Spring a distant legend
By the fire I shall warm
Until brighter suns do beckon
If none come
It’s the end I reckon
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
Tag: Spring
Spring Bird
Spring bird in winter
Chirping hopeful song
Sun shining brightly
Chill not yet gone
Cat is thinking darkly
Song goes on too long
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
I Heard A Rumor of Warm Wind
I heard a rumor of warm wind
I heard of a tale of green growth
I heard a story of cold’s end
I doubt the veracity of both
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
So Much Of Spring is Faith
So much of spring is faith
A red flower
We were not certain
Would bloom again
Alive once more
It is the unknowns
That winter creates
Which give birth to wonder
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
Late March Sky 6 p.m.
March is ever undecided
Nothing in the cold wind
Or the warming air
Betrays its mind
Or intentions
I’ll decide
When I decide
March decries
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
Winter Knows
Winter knows
What summer doesn’t
Winter shows us
That which wasn’t
In spring life grows again
In summer we see that couldn’t
Gene G. McLaughlin 2014
The Peak of Life
I want to put my feet up
By the river
The sound
Of the flow
Around me
Summer
Coming to life
The peak of life awakening
Once again
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
A Spring Wish
I want to be the man I am on the best of days
For as many days as I able
I want my moments of wonder
To outshine those where I feel unstable
I want to live a life of light and love
Where all days I feel enabled
Come sit with me and we will talk of joys
All are welcome at my table
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
A Spring Zen Prayer
Permit me to let go the things I am not
The things that are denied me
The things that are not to be
The things that cause me anger
The things that I cannot control
The things that are of me, but haunt me
The things that are of not of me, but haunt me
The things that the world imposed upon me
The things that I imposed upon myself
Permit me to know the things that are hidden
The things that become lost to me repeatedly
The things I must learn time and time again
The things I know are true, but cannot accept
The things that are of all things and not just me
The things that are of me and unmoving and real
The things that are not the narrative of it, but the pulse of it
The things that are silent and neither want nor give
The things a rock knows when the hammer falls upon it
I am the wind
Never allowed to settle or still
I am the ocean
Many things that look to be one from a distance
I am the sand
Both shifting and stable at once
I am the fire
Grown from spark to inferno to cinder all in a day
Let me begin each day and try to hear the silent sound
Let me begin each day and try to see the color of air
Let me begin each day and try to feel the back of my mind
Let me begin each day and try to smell the heat of the rising sun
Let me begin each day and try to feel the love I know pulses through the world,
but is sometimes lost to me.
If I cannot, let me accept my struggle and failure
Living not wanting to be that which I am am not
And rising tomorrow to try again to see
I am not it, but of it
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
The Quiet Life
I am greedy for the quiet life
For the longing to forever end
Accumulation and achievement leading to
An empty series of dusty rooms
I have already visited
Finding them wanting
Let’s waltz my love
On the porch
While the sun goes down
As the azaleas bloom
And spring comes again
The most important things earned
Are learned by the failures of success
And the victory of the speckled dusty air
Dancing at twilight
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
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