Fall – by Mary Helen Eggenberger   Fall again, and my mind Vagabond that it is Takes flight in ragged formation Like the dark shapes honking Across the clear ice-blue sky. Is it the natural sadness of vicarious death That haunts the chill days? Falling leaves remind us Of youth, past lives and loves, Forgotten paths, neglected dreams. The fleeting false securities of life Blind our inner sight and through our tears Seeing only scars we miss the dormant bud.   Who was it said, "All things in their time . . ." Death is only life turned inside out; It's holding on, not dying, that brings pain. Let go and trust the gods to  know the h

Toward the Silent Sun – Poem by Mary Helen   Unuttered thoughts wheel softly around my head And distant notes pluck heart strings mute, unsung Which inner ears must know can never come To sing these songs, nor meagre words describe All that's bursting breathless from my heart.   Joined hands leading steps between mountain stones Cross vast plateaus and raging torrents wide Through forest dim and high sweet seas of bloom Where love itself stands bare against the sky, The opposites and extremes of life are met To work and rend their pattern into form, Momentary sorrow, fears and joys Fall back and pale in future's brilliant sun. If arms enfold