RENEWAL

She is a weeping flower-

Head bent from rain.

Petals dripping with tears of grief

that fall and soak the ground

feeding her soul.

Living water percolates

with expectant energy

pushing upwards toward

the light of life-

Bringing renewal, with

lifted head and limbs

stretched upward

toward the heavens.

Robin Edenshaw

February 19, 2008

POEMS ARE FOR THE LIVING

Write your poem for me now

While I am living,

While I can set my eyes on each word,

While I can taste the Sweetness

Of each utterance as it rolls off my tongue,

While I can hear its cadence,

While I can trace each line with my finger

Over your words, feeling their power

To move my soul.

Write your poem for me now

While I can sense your caring,

While I can feel special,

While I can feel loved.

Robin L. Edenshaw
August 21, 2007

BLACK AND WHITE

Driving past,

I caught a glimpse of you

dressed

in your black and white.

Having seen your kind

many times before,

I'm not sure why I turned back.

But there I found myself

Standing,

on the bridge,

in my dress of black and white

watching you

in your back and white.

You perched

on the edge of a stump

in the middle of the creek,

talons pressed down to hold

as beak tore into fish flesh.

With lifted head, you gulped--

And spotted me.

I wonder what caught your attention.

I was still, wrapped in silence.

Was it the black and white?

Did you think I was Eagle, too?

Robin L. Edenshaw

October 1, 2007