midnight scribbles

trees thru the forest
that’s a harder thing
the safe little cottage
tucked away in back
a simple life
thee & me
all inside the trees

what drives the words
the poet would say
mystery
mystery
but, truth, they are
like the wind

curling around me
like fog on the glen
wrapping me in things
unseen but felt inside

I’ve nowhere to hide

One hand’s embrace
can change the world
make the sun rise
and sunset fairer


make the colours bright
in the northern lights
up in the midnight sky

don’t ask me why

I only know its truth;
I can’t give it reason,
justa place in this heart
to let hope grow

maybe he will know

Maybe he can tap
into the connection
as into the maple
to release the sweet within

it does take two
after all

the give and the take
must balance
or no one gains a thing
in the end

like a tree I bend


down to the frozen ground
offering what I can,
warmth gained from above
to melt a small bit
of the world

just a start, but
I hope it is enough