February

February

Rain fills another morning skyline
Feeling cool winds in February,
Brisk chills burn smiling faces
As water pours down in torrents;

Sidewalk pavement damaged by evening
Pedestrians move along in hurried motion,
The old man with his umbrella stands,
Watching the parade of on-lookers
With a glance of perplexity.

To nature's hidden secrets
Mysteries of rebirth,
Lying with-in the hidden remains
Of youth.

As children, we once dreamed of thunderstorms
Falling by morning clouds,
Hung drying by winter's fallen sadness
And played games into evening,
Singing songs after recess
'Rain Rain go away
Come again some other day
Little Johnny wants to play !'

But, summer ended the laughter
In the heat of a noon-day sun,
And we laid thirsty in deserts born
Where water is scarce, and desire
Waits unrequieted.

Winter Solstice

Once I jumped a train from Eugene to Ogden, Utah; and watched the
waters
of the Great Salt Lake pass by the open doors of a boxcar window. Red
blown
sands around rocks formed huge sculptures across a desert floor. Blue
skies
passed beneath Eagle's wings. I saw God pass into infinity.