Cosey and Warm

 A Morning By The Sea

A rare delight

To arise early from the night

To a sea of calm

A warm soft smooth

Face of the morning light

Gentle as time set in

Rhythms of days beginnings

A night of resistance gone

With Love coming forward 

Into the sun                                            Kathleen

 Im part of an old world

Im part of  the new

keep me in balance

my commitment to renew

Im playing my drum

by the warters edge

the sound is soothing to the soul

for the days to begin

over over overever reaching far far away my soul

is born everywhere

its greatness a light to behold

to go to my eternal dwelling 

with riches untold.                                                      Kathleen S.

 Oh to be as the starlings fly

As summer days are ore

The cool,of the trees makes way 

For red, orange and cranberry leaves

While flocks gather high 

Swift the North breeze wisps

Around the sun lite haze

Gone gone gone from summer shores

And brilliant longing days....................Kathleen

A winter dream

dream a lovely rose
A delicate oriental coat
Snow blown toolshed
Someone finds a way
Fire lite.                         KS

Underground

Damp, musty , rot
Silent tick of the rocking chair
Warm light weighs on my hair
Dull morning light through
A small crack in the wall
The shrill call of a blue jay
A truck, a siren
, a dull thud from the street
Morning openings
New seeds of fall

Centered

 Cantered in ease and joy
To rest in serenity is the way to be
Not hoping and jumping from tree to tree
Easy does it the world will survive,
Without me busying like a bee a hive
We are all on a journey the sun to share
Step easy ole friend the sea has your chair........Kathleen

Testing

Behind the Stove

Beyond the sweet light where company's rove
Here all is heard and seen,
A private world of dogs and brooms
Tales of dust deep in truth
Behind the stove

Kathleen Steeves......The Little House visit 2017

A Prayer for my Mother

A prayer from the Grandmothers for my Mother Dorthy Mildred in gratefullness for the beauty I share in my daughters in this lifetime,and for my mother Ida
may the Great Spirit and The great Mother weave you a loving dream
                                                                       weave you a graceful dream
                                                                       weave you a centered dream
                                                                        weave you a joyful dream
                                                                       and heal you                          so be it so it is
Kathleen

Patty

Patty  what a beautiful name
we met by the garbage can
me on a walk, her carrot cake slaine
good intension our laughter rang
on thought gone here and there
I walked away with a poem in my heart
She the beholder of the jewel in the artists game

Thanks Patty                                                                 Caithleen Carter Steeves

Adopted

"Your adopted" said my Aunt
Never thinking her words would haunt
I was five and very much my curiosity alive
"What's adopted mommy?" my little voice did ask
"That's when daddy and me walked into a big room
and all the other babies past
"We chose you from all the rest"
That remark gave me a very large chest!!!
So right away I was quick to tell the others how special I had become
My cousin hurried home wanting to be adopted too from her mom.
So today no matter where I go there is a special place for me
my mother told me ,Im a child of God tis so tis so tis free.                                                                   Caithleen Carter Steeves

Free

Feel free to be me
Feel free to see all that is to be
Feel free to hear all that is beauty brushed with the wind
Feel free to lean like the wind into a tree
A stone, the sun

Caite

Mary G. - Family Recovery Speaker - "Strength, Courage, and Laughter"

morning feed

Two crows and a squirrel
Pecking away on the porch
Two crows and a squirrel
What a prefect match
The winds in the Trees howl
Golden hue, red and black
Seems strong as wet steel
Taking flight circling right
Thee blue Jay opens the gate

 

Peace

Mother tree

Daughter light

Gently embracing rain

Vessel of delight

Roots nourished by the pain

Bliss in all that remains

Caithleen



Winters morning

Breathing winter chimneys
Lifting the sunlight out into the mystery
Hovering skyward the warmth of hearth
Melting icy crags, sticking up out of the sea
Centered sacred spiral of springs homecoming

Cathleen Carter steeves
Winter 2015.  Feb.

Winter Introspections

The afternoon is winter grey
The sky argues blue
Sunlight crowns the dimming day
Trees water grass all lay frozen

Blue is the sky
Sunshines yellow
Wind hisses nor east
A steely fellow

Pink bag red cape
green blanket green pillow
all the colors of a warm
comfortable  commodious afternoon


Caithleen C. Steeves

snow white

grey sky

dwarf growth

passes by          Caithleen

my neighbour has given me hydrangeas
the best I've ever seen
we met on a walk
in her yard we did talk
now her hydrangeas on my table look keen

they sit on a table in my kitchen
they peep their big heads in the mirror
sun shine and moon beams adore
they droop they wait they never look mean

Caithleen Carter Steeves

Ill meet you by the witness tree
We have mountains to climb
Here we go moving across the waters
Turning turning my whole world around


this poem commemorates my early studies with the Sisters of the Shields