Boarding the bus
With hugs and kisses

And noisy, longing goodbyes,

The men with gentle, parting ‘bidding’;

The women with teary eyes:

Some say, “See you soon!”

Or “It cannot be too soon!”

They have aches in throats

From stifled tears;

Stomach butterflies

From hidden fears

Of last goodbyes.

For some, the consolation

Of knowing God goes with them

Leaves few regrets

And peaceful hearts;

When they depart

They need not fret

With whining and pining,

Leaving the soul to grieving.

The caring for each other

Is seen in longing looks.

The bus roars out,

And on your toes, you shout

”Peace brother” and “Love you mother”

With a mix of hope and fears

That makes one bear the tears.

Cy, 1994?

Blue sky and sunshine
On sparkling white snow;
Tree shadows play
As the crystals glow.
The Chickadees ‘dee’
And the rapids roar.
The trees creak in the cold north wind,
Swaying and humming tranquility.

Cy January 2001

birthing (Pulpit) rock

Like home,

Yet not.

Like child,

Yet not.

Adult child,

Spirit free.

Joyous child.
Child’s forest,
Child’s hills,
Child’s flowers,
Child’s trees,
Child’s birdsong,
Child’s trail,
Child’s rock,
Child’s view,
Adult joyous,
Adult free.

CY. August, 2000, Nelson, B.C.

Autumn’s decay is upon my spirit,
Dying like the fallen leaves,
And now I hear the chirp of an unknown bird
Like the Ghost Who has come to save me.


Cy, November 4, 2006

AUTUMN
You fluttering leaves

Of the aspen trees!

The wind makes you clatter

Like the rains that patter,

But your veins are dry at your season’s end,

Then the rain wets you ‘til autumn’s end.

You will be buried by the snow:

By the rain which will have become the snow.

The rain gave you life,

But, now, it coldly buries your life.

Sometimes the rain can be like some friends:

Sometimes warm, sometimes cold, but staying with me ‘til my end.

Cy, 1997?