Weaving a Life
 Cascading colors moving thru time
 The Master Weaver sets the rhythm sublime
 Over and under around and through
 Making the fabric of life anew.

Threads

 My life is a delicate thread
 woven into the cloth of the universe
 Each thread is placed just so
 By the Master Weaver of life.

Beloved

 I am the last leaf hanging on the tree as winter closes her strangling grip.
 I feel the freezing chill of those last few moments of life freezing in my veins.
 The hope of spring is gone........
 The warmth and promise of summer is but a memory that keeps me clinging to this branch
 as the snow floats past, brushing me and pulling at me.
 How long will I be able to hang on?
 How long will I cling to my love,
 My life?
 The last leaf falls from the tree.
 It is over.
 The first signs of spring peak out with glee.
 It is begun again.

Goodbye

 Words seem so inadequate to describe
 The broken, aching pain I feel inside
 We said goodbye tonight
 We turned to go our separate ways
 The nights will be so long and also the days
 We said goodbye tonight

Starting Over

 As I think of starting again.....
 I stumble
 As I take the first steps to a new life....
 I tremble
 Will it be this way forever?.......
 I long for loving arms to hold me
 Who's arms will they be to enfold me?