My Chocolate Moose

There you stood
my chocolate moose
tempting
and I touched you

Taking in
what all might say was
wild and forbidden
Not to be fed but feared
and left
alone again, naturally*

But there I saw you hungry

lonely and afraid
and I fed you
to myself
my chocolate mousse

Patricia Spreng

Found this fella in Brighton, Utah in the Cottonwood Canyon between Park City and Snowbird… where the aspen trees wave freely and leaves glitter in grace.  Couldn't help but wonder if the locals call him Bullwinkle.  August 8, 2012

 

(*somehow this old 1972 Gilbert O'Sullivan song popped in my head here.)

Sorrow Fell
 

grief shaken down

sorrow fell
sifting, ever sifting

yet  found within the strainer

worth more than gold itself

nuggets of truth

memories shine
riches untold

Patricia Spreng

In lasting, loving memory of

Micah Magnusson  (1989-2012)

 Simon, Simon, satan has demanded permission to sift you as wheat, but I have prayed for you, that your faith will not fail and when you have turned, strengthen your brothers and sisters.  Luke 22:31

No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him.  1 Corinthians 2:9