Seasons of a writer's heart

And so, I opened my heart to my heart’s desire, to write.

Honoring those who were teaching me by their example;
their stories of seasons of living

then life-death and choice each step along the path…

And my own life, teaching me, too…

Truth of transitions...
keep it simple and if it is not an absolute “yes” then it is a definite “no”,
and “follow your heart”.

Two lines came to mind.

Peace be my winter. I pray. I hope.
I write somehow to make it so.


Then these words came next…in a time of heart then locked between Winter and Spring.
Much like the Winter-Spring of this season change of 2007,
in a place along the Southern Shoreline of Lake Ontario.


Written April, 2005

(an excerpt attached here...)


Peace Be My Winter

Peace be my winter
The one today.
Even more so
that one tomorrow.

I do wish for gentle snows to fall
Enough to cover.
Quiet, break silence
footsteps crunching the frozen
Just enough to tell me life is still
Around me.

Seasons told by trees and color of land,
Birds flocking and overhead skies,
The waves or none like glass
Early morning or nights
on Lake Ontario.

Thaws to new beginnings
Buds bloom apple and peach
the locals call favorite
Mine, too.

Leave buds of Maple and Oak
One day just popping
On some schedule,
secret, mystery to all
save One and Mother.

If I noticed.

(Summer season omitted here)

The reds of Maples
And the Sycamores
That’s how Upstate
called home is known
In times, named Autumn.

(and some of Autumn lost here on page as well)

Sleep or wake dream
My Soul at home
Snuggled in
under blanket of comfort,
in a place called home.

Next Season or Next Place to be...
Along the southern Shoreline of Lake Ontario.

-Janie

April Poetry Month

Never claim to be a poet...some say my words sometimes are.

Not so much by any of the poems I have written; More by the way some of my stories read.

April is the Month of Poetry, so the Publishing and Literary world has named.

I dabble with words, form words into the shape of poems...to call them one...

Rhyme or no rhyme but usually a reason attached.

I wrote this April, 2005 in memory of family passing...


One Day in April

I watched an Eagle fly
Heard the story told, too
Standing on ground
Opened for Family
Soul hallowed

And as I stood there
Peaceful
at Lakeview
Sun up, breeze down
My heart filled
at peace
looking up to blue and cloud

I noticed
Solo bird in flight
I listened
To the telling of the Eagle
the Story and the Promise

And in that moment
I remembered
Why I came
What needed to be done
That only I
One
Came to do

This moment of time
These footsteps
Mine
For then and them
of same
Now and times still to come

This expanded moment
I remembered
Same Lake
View
Different day
same message

Returned now
This day
There overhead
Another gone
Not really I know
Just different
than days before had been

I watched
her flight
A pass over the sweet cherry trees
Wing dip "Hello"
"I made it"
"I’m There"

I smile
As I watch
Her flight
So free
My heart secure
For she remembers me

For a moment
my Spirit soars with her
No burden
No care

I come back
to ground
to walk my path
To where
Somewhere
Close
Or an unknown Far

All I know for sure
In this place
Near same Lake
That day before
This day now
My message still comes the same
Record your footsteps

And so
Until my flight
Some day an Eagle be
I shall become
With wings
On way back Home
To same shoreline
With this same Lakeview

-Janie


Once again I was reminded...the storyteller.
The reason I came.

Life stories, this day, question awakened standing upon name ground.
All the while searching for my purpose, I was living it and if time was kind each next day and energy enough…conserved while the living it…and life days long, many, enough or too few...a storyteller.