Poem: Pocono Mountain Morning

Pocono Mountain Morning

Pocono Mountain morning

Heavy rain beats down on roof above

Brushing and splattering upon the green scenery on display

Watch droplets on the window

Listen to the pat, pat, pattering

Kayaks sit idly for now

Near the sweeping waters aroused by the storm

Breathe in the morning

Wetness all around purifies the world

And me

Others sleep

I’ll sit in this chair

Shifted to a window’s view

Writing

That’s what I do

Copyright SGW 2013

Poem: Counsel

Counsel

Awash in emotions long-contained deep within
This perilous path must dig deep ‘neath the skin
The hiding in masks only serves to benumb
And parts need all parts to equate to the sum
Fear is the riddle ever twisting of thought
You’ve been found passing by what’s forever been sought
Where often the journey leaves indelible mark
The lessons of scars can be blessedly stark
Travel in circles, sometimes roads know no end
A map has been laid … and the world will amend
Answers yield questions too numerously given
The perfectly placed left subconsciously riven
The crossroads are met with a reckoning glance
Left yet unwritten – walk away or advance?

Copyright SGW 2013