Is your heart a’tune with the moment

Is your heart a’tune with the moment
Of the Soul’s turn to grow?
In Winter’s purple battles fueling
The June breezes that will blow.
And fields at dawn will ripen
And feet will combat slopes
When the mind chooses to harvest
What the heart in frost-nights sowed.

When your thoughts by the roadside are misty

When your thoughts by the roadside are misty
And your dreams hide in gossamer blue.
When your joy has gone to pasture
And your eyes are silver with dew.
Your heart remains steadfastly bent
On its summertime quest to the truth;
Never a sail in the distance,
But a soul-flower waiting to bloom.

Pure as the snow on sky reaching peaks

Pure as the snow on sky reaching peaks
Without a burden for the wind to sweep,
Always in growth through sunless days
In twilights dimmed by your mind’s dark haze
Stands alone your captain, your soul
Forever a’drift towards your heart’s greatest joy.

Forerunners of Spring

In the bitter chill, in the sing-song Wind,
The undaunted mind blossoms
To stay a’tune to nature’s call
He quivers his poetic strings
And bids the light to bring forth
Its emancipated Spring.

Amidst the grass and broken leaves

Amidst the grass and broken leaves
A brighter thought will grow
Bravely and audaciously
It will rise, even through the snow,
And take us to another place
Where dreams are precious gold
To settle roots and start to bloom
From the soil we call the soul.