The Once Antique dealer

Hopping, feather-footed from faded Turkish carpet,
over fragile fripperies of ancient times,
over Julie's laden desk, to the top of a
stack of Miller's guides;
the antique dealer of yesteryear glowers
ferociously at me out of amber feline eyes.

Don't you dare patronize me, miss
is all but shouted at me in the angry silence
as he stalks off in injured dignity to sleep
broodingly, over the books which were once his.

The Cedar's Song

Before you became - I was.
Not as the mighty cedar you see today,
but a young sapling, when first
your foundation stone was laid.

I watched as stone upon stone you grew
and as you higher grew, so too
did my branches push even higher.
Both of us, reaching for the God of our creation.

Today I look down upon your steeple -
see through your doors the worshipping throng.
It warms the sap that flows within me
to hear their voices raised in song.

Time has no meaning for you or for me.
In Winter I wear a mantle of snow
the wind sings through my boughs
. In Summer could I smile, I know
I'd wear a large one, as bridal couples
within your walls, exchange eternal l vows.

The Ho Ho

The tedious sound of falling rain
on the roof; forming teardrops on the pane.
The once-blue sky, now a dismal gray;
no chance that the rain would go away.

Sarah sat curled up on the wide window ledge,
even the robin had flown from the hedge.
I wish it were a really sunny day
I wish she thought sadly, I could go out and play.

Suddenly in her window by magic appeared
the stunning sight of a mythical bird.
It shimmered and shook it's long flowing tail.
Sarah sat mouth open, as if she'd seen the Holy Grail.

It danced before her window - shook its gold crest;
turned this way and that. It tried its very best
to communicate with the sad human child.
She opened her window and invited it inside.

It stepped on the carpet in all its finery;
spoke to the child who clapped ecstatically.
'I didn't know you could speak, you wonderful bird!'
The Ho - Ho waited until it could be heard.

Then proceeded to tell her stories of life over the sea,
and how it got there through wizardry.
You need never be lonely, you know,' she said
You can always call me up. Come with me instead.
Climb on my back!' And away they went.
Up, up through the clouds to the sun they flew.
Away where the sky was always blue
Mother came in all satin and lace,
found Sarah asleep with a smile on her face.

The Tree

In beauty she grows
Shelters the bird
Sings in the breeze
Her fragrant blue - green hair
waves in the air.

But now the sound of the buzz saw
fills one's ear,
bit by sad bits, her branches bite the dust.
what was her sin?
Her roots, far reaching, split man's walls
'AH....!' she sighs
as she dies.
'Who was it planted me
this close to his dwelling?
So now, man with his murderous saw
is
felling
me... '
sighed she sorrowfully as
she
topples
over
helplessly.
The birds in bewilderment
h r
o e
v
over her momentarily.
Another home lost.
Where now is sanctuary?