18

October

Of Tea

Of Tea

 
     
  Of Tea

My cup of tea is steeped in deepest lore,
From olden times in lost, exotic lands -
The stuff of ardent scenes since days of yore.
I hold a cup of legend in my hands.
Reposed upon my thoughts as on a throne,
Beneath a tropic jungle’s misted light,
In visions of fragrant haze, I am shown
Incense scent from some ancient temple height.
Sweet wisps of Gypsy secrets at my lips,
I recollect the wealth of friendships past,
Dispelled to naught, like vaporizing ships,
‘Cross seas of mystery and romance vast.
  With kindred souls I sip, and muse, and dream,
  And sail away on wafts of sultry steam.
 
~ Daniel F Mitchell

 
     

24

September

Standing on a Tree Stump

Standing on a Tree Stump

 
     
 

Standing On a Tree Stump  

Standing on a tree stump,
With my arms up in the air,
I feel my lifeblood pump,
As if my limbs were everywhere.
Standing like a mighty tree,
With a windy voice I cry.
I feel my roots beneath me,
And my soul up in the sky.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

 
     

19

August

Flowers

Flowers

Flowers


We’re dying - there’s no denying.
But why waste our precious hours
On a lot of useless crying,
When we might be smelling flowers!

O for a palette of colors so fair!
O for a touch of artful mastery!
For a steady hand and the heart to dare
Frame joy with such dazzling symmetry!

Flowers, in your many forms, I adore
The sweet essence that fills you to the core,
And blooms from eternity’s barren soil!
Though your petals wither and your leaves spoil,
Though blossomed to a short season of shades,
There is much of life your spirit may tell!

O for the wisdom to understand well
Of painting boldly though the canvas fades!


~ Daniel F Mitchell

1

June

A Stride Ahead of Death

Stride Ahead

 
     
  A Stride Ahead


Thank you, life, for another day!
With praise I draw this breath!
I account it well enough to stay
A stride ahead of death!

~ Daniel F Mitchell

 
     

17

May

Sonnet for a Distant Neighbor

Harvest Moon

 
     
  Sonnet for a Distant Neighbor


Oft have I gazed across the sea at you,
The lonely void that limits our discourse,
Space gone unmarked by no lack of remorse -
Too far for all but starlight to get through.
If it were within my power to do,
I would take hope’s reins like a mighty steed,
And stride to your pasture in my due need,
That I should make my inquiry anew.

Has your kind arisen from swamp and sea,
To gaze in wonder at the vast expanse,
And consider how it all came to be?
Weighing the infinite odds of pure chance,
Does your regard ever wander to me,
As you watch the beacon of my sun dance?


~ Daniel F Mitchell

 
     

22

April

Breath of God

Breath of God

 
     
  The Breath of God

Sing away. Float away.
Lay a soft whisper in my hair.
Upon an ocean fly,
Across a sea of endless blue,
Across an azure day.
A wisp of white upon the air,
A fleecy blanket on the sky,
The breath of God are you.

~ Daniel F Mitchell