Winter

Its a crisp fall day ,
cool textures of life fill the air.
No one too hurried just walking enjoying the changing air.
I saw your name come across my sight,
it has been so long
in such a short  time.
winter

For the first time I saw you cry

Today I held your hand you squeezed it so tight.
A collage of lost thoughts filled your eyes as
you stared  strongly  beyond the walls
Your posture melted slowly  into a  deep lost sadness
and though your head never dropped  your eyes betrayed your heart.
Your vulnerability screamed from 
those deep dark loving  eyes  that I have  always  cherish
and in which I  have always found eternal strength,
eternal   happiness ,eternal life, eternal joy.
But  tonight, for the first time ,
under a ceiling made for such things
in front of  a  faceless  crowd and angel's eyes  I saw you cry.
I am sad for the reason that we all meet in this quiet place
but I am sadden most  that you have shed a tear.

In the moment

Words and thoughts what a mess..
When all that should be said has already been heard.
 I don't think love can be said many more ways, and
"I m sorry "seems futile in the turmoil of the day.
 Silence is the true poem .
Listen and you will know everything that  has been said.
Stay quiet and you will feel every thing you need to know.
The stars, the sun ,the moon, a flower,the ocean ,a blue sky,
the laughter of a child, the melody  the universe sings;
all is a poem and none needs to be said or written just heard.

Listen and enjoy before the moment is gone.

A moon lit night \ version 2

A full moon penetrates this cool November night.
Its' light whispers  through  naked trees 
and  caress the cold brown earth.
I   feel the ever present Appalachian silhouette resting
in a peaceful familiar  posture Tranquility has engaged
another evening and friends that graze this fertile land lay quietly hearing the darkness call.
A grateful sun has gone to rest and the timbers that shared
their shade slowly close their lights  as the wind stirs a blanket of autumn colored leaves.
A door creeks, two whispers pass hurriedly to find a warm embrace
and at a distance there is  a howling swell of  city sounds,
thankfully  still too far away to break this evening's song.

Dreams

Whispers in my heart awake as my eyes weigh heavy,
Endless roads   search eternally for a way to go.
Are you just my  companion
or a light to show me truth
Are you just one entwined of many
Do you have them too.
Can I hold you dearly  until darkness turns a brighter blue 
or will you vanish suddenly in my darkest hue.

Starlight at Hawthorne Valley Farm

A full moon penetrates this cool November night.
Its'  light whispers  through the naked tree  branches.
as the moon glow caress the cold brown earth.
In the distance I feel the ever present Appalachian silhouette 
resting  in her peaceful familiar  posture.
Tranquility has engaged another evening  and friends that
graze on this fertile land  lay quietly hearing the evenings song. 
A grateful sun has gone to rest and the timbers that shared their shade slowly close their lights one on one.
The wind stirs a blanket of brown crumbling leaves, a door creeks,
two whispers pass hurriedly to find a warm embrace and  at a distance there is  a howling swell of  city sounds, thankfully   still too far away to break this evening's song,

Primavera

sometimes days don't belong to us

Enrique Chiriboga Villaquiran 11.17.10

sometimes days belong to the wind
sometimes days are toys we master and enjoy
sometimes days slip away while we lay in our bed
sometimes days are beginnings and
sometimes days are  ends
sometimes days are winters and
sometimes days are spring.




Rest in peace   Tata  Enrique