(To all my friends and family ,It is always of my heart to welcome you to my home and share you in my life. Of times busy or far apart,we do not always get the joy of sharing food, laughter, song or the simple pleasures of quiet conversation in the company of one another. My door is always open and This poem is for you.) (Happy Thanksgiving. I toast you)


An Olde Fashioned Welcome


Welcome, There's a chair by the fire for you here

Warm, a place to rest your feet


A hook by the door for your coat should come by

A pillow on a bed to rest if you are weary


Food on the table

Water to bathe or refresh


An ear to listen if you wish to speak

Or quiet if you need reflection and peace


A friend to be a comfort

You are welcome here at my hearth


Love, Avalyne

Soldiers of Life

Soldiers of Life


Two Strangers come to meet
Friends of long ago on an endless journey through time
Come to meet again
Their paths destined to intertwine


Wars won in surviving bring tattered and torn soldiers together once again
Faces faded by lives lived, deathe, only to meet life again
Souls meeting, in passing, knowing, enjoying, a friend once again


A love of long ago riding the winds of forever
Testing time

On we go
In our passing a moment to have still the joy of
friendships renewal, again and again

Such is the winning of life
For bodies die, but the spirit and the friendship
carries on, timeless through eternity

~~~~~~

Let us here at this impasse
Raise our glass again
Touch again
Laugh again
Capture a moment of now and laugh again and again

Free spirits besting time
Raise your glass and sing again with me, my friend

Rest and refresh with me as we have time through time
Share with me the journeys tale
And then go forward , free

Winning will come of all of this to you and me
Soldiers of life, we have fought to win

~~~~~~~~~~

Are we not comrades in spirit
By our honor friends, you and I

Have we not traveled many lives, many roads
Seen so many a horizon, storm clouds, and conquest
together, you and I

Let us here at this impasse
Raise our glass again
Touch again
Laugh again
Sing again with me my friend

So good to see you once more my friend



E.Jackson-Witter
J90

Mud Puddles

Alight -Mud Puddles



A vision turned to look


and cast a smile


that made a thousand rivers


running wild


One glance and outward bound

A prairie full of flowers


Chasing rain the mind delight

the edge of morning

the dawn of night



Rain, rain, rain
~~~~~~~~rain~~~~~~~~~~

Upward flights of mind

Thought alight without restrain!


Childish spirit, wet toes, muddy feet

A vision turned to look

and cast a smile

that made a thousand rivers

running wild!


Playful Spirit Alight - Mud Puddles

~

Avalyne



E. Jackson-Witter
6m2011r

A Man Alive

A Man Alive


Give me not a knight in shining armor
But a man alive
With wisdom enough to laugh
Strength enough to be gentle

A man that walks among other men
But whose steps are just his own
Not a man without fault
But, judgment enough to master his own ways
With reason enough to have understanding
Compassion in his living

A man with adventure in his heart
Alive enough to carry a flame of living in his eyes
Warmth in his voice
A grace of thought in his mind
Fulfillment in his living

Not a knight in shining armor
But....A man alive




Avalyne
E.Jackson-Witter
Posted by Avalyne


And if his feet smell . well so be it :))

The Secret of Snow

The Secret of Snow

Prelude

Grey leaden skies heavy with impending voice

await the song of wintry rejoice

Willful winds whipping cross the mountain peaks,

Icy breathe urgent to speak

The silence pause in piercing chill

Neath the quiets of the falling wintry

white veil

What stir within the crystalline glints

shimmering from the frozen brooks and barren boughs
Upon the hill and through the vale, silence speaks

Interlude

What flame within turn to mists of ember burning

low upon the hearth of the soul

Whence come the wintry shadows that fall

upon the heart grown weary and oft times

cold from life’s brisk and unkind chilling's

Whither we wander within December’d thought

Drowsy, restless of the cold

Finale

Awake! Arise! From slumbered rest!

The wintry smile precede the yawn

of spring!

Where embers revive and the heart

doth reckon the glints of wintry wind

toward air for the fire of the bellows

Life, thy heart, thy soul, blossoming

warmed, quenched the wintry cool,

refreshed, alive, renewed!.

Befouled thou are not, Befooled perhaps!

Hearken ye well, the fires of the wintry ice

whispering

the secret of snow!!

E. Jackson-Witter

7N94