It Will Come …Winter

it will come,

winter –

a sleeping breath 

giving way to rest, 

a dream of unedited scenes, 

replayed

 

a winter -

cast with or without footprints

or words - 

awakening dreams

unremembered

 

bkmackenzie

copyrighted 2008

The Remains of the Day…

 

 

 

 

 

 

the remains of the day

dance along the window sill

beaconing to all lamplighters

heed duties given –

 

while the lingering memories

of  your perfume -

take precedent

in scripting the days events 

in the journal -

of my mind

 

 

 

bkmackenzie

copyrighted 2008

As Good as it Gets —

………..Gratitude –

 

Gratitude in Solitude —

 

 is as good as it gets ……………………..signed bkm

 

 

This Too Shall ….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She was a child of the Great Depression

One who refused to claim it as her own – or mark heart

with the torment of kind that

walked before her soul –

  

It was refuge she took within the eyes of simple moments spent, without

need of nickels handed by way the fault of guilt –

and traced the eyes of those filtering through the cloak of shame

to hold instead regard for life that gave them sight -

 

The blanket of the age,

to history - pages would be embroidered, with the passage of time,

scripting a strength with each thread -

And she came to carry four words around her as shelter in the storm,

the single verse each night that her mother read,

 ”this too shall pass” my daughter,

 but now help me find these children bread,

 ”this too shall pass” my child,

but today we must get these children fed.

 

bkmackenzie

copyrighted 2008

 

In the Garden of a Childhood

In the garden of a childhood

where this heart still resides -

sits a vision of tranquility

of all the summers we did confide

 

In dreaming of a future, a self

that would come to be -

Of the paths that would stand before us -

Of the great visons we both would see -

 

It was this garden of my future

that my fondest memories now find rest,

in our conversations and our planning

that would prepare me for life’s tests

 

I am forever grateful of your dear friendship,

and all the time listening that you did give,

to that young mind in a garden

dreaming of the life that she would live –

 

bkmackenzie

copyrighted 2008