It’s snowing. It’s raining. It’s dark out.

And so peacefully beautiful.

I have been sitting in the night-covered fresh snow for about half an hour, mixed rain and frozen flakes pattering on my coat and my hat and my hair. The sky is glowing a soft gray-pink as light reflects back and forth between dripping clouds and sparkling white land. Every so often, a slight whoosh! and muted plop! signal a bit of snow losing its grip on a tree branch and falling to the ground below.

I am so blessed.

A little ways away, the glow from the windows of my little house promise warmth and dry shelter when it gets too cold and wet to sit out here. The sturdy logs hold safe my loved ones and the memories of our days together. The frame supports a latticework of laughter and teasing and music and even occasional tears. Love overflows here.

I am so blessed.

The landscape rolls softly around me, covered in its winter quilt. Trees stand along the perimeter, branches lifted to the sky, their fluffy white bracelets and gowns a temporary raiment for an extended ball. The quiet sings a hymn of peace and hope. It sings praise and thanksgiving. It sings, and I lift my face and whisper in echo:

Thank you, God, Creator, Absolute Love. Thank you, for
We are so blessed.

-KJ Roe




You pass by,
liquid grace
power incarnate
Clothed in shades of
blues and greens and grays
Singing songs of distance
and place
Of time inexorable
Speaking in tongues
language of the depths
and the depths of the soul
Whispering secrets and
dreams and
origins of legends
Carrying life in
the womb of your current
in your aqueous marrow
And holding peace
in the mesmerizing torrent
of your ferocious serenity

-KJ Roe



Find the beauty

in curls of smoke

and heathered sky over

sugar-snow frosted trees


In cold so deep

it shimmers in ice crystals

suspended in the air


Find the beauty

in sharings of laughter

and stilted conversation

between estranged family


In aching longing

and hopes near hopeless

and joyful renewal


Find the beauty

in doe-soft brown eyes

carried on spindly legs

through drifts and trees


In open heart and innocence

stubbornly strong and wishful

fighting life’s jaded edge


Find the beauty

in me.

-KJ Roe




Water calls my name
The undersides of waves
The foam illusory
Soft to touch
The violence of the whitecaps
Clashing in battle
The changing of the tide a
Moving boundary
A million shades to tease
The eye
Blues, greys, greens flecked
With silver light
The peace of unconquerable
Teasing the shore with its
Siren call
My soul gasping, straining
To answer

– KJ Roe


Butterfly woman
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Soft and pliant
No shield
No boundaries
No protections
Now hidden, now enwrapped
As a being ensorcelled
Cocooned in layers
A chrysalis of experiences
Of losses
And breakings
And shatterings
Now emerging, now changed
A creature unexpected
Broken from layers
A freedom of scars
– They didn’t warn of the pain.

-KJ Roe




Charcoal clouds scud across
An ocean of sky,
A thread of song running
Counterpoint to
The pictures in my mind,
An unintended soundtrack
Rising and falling
To a disparate rhythm-
Now background,
Now cacophony,
Full of its own words
Stories to tell in notes
And tunes and cymbals clashing
As I fall deeper in,
Like Alice,
Into imagination
And daydreams
And the realities of
Make believe
Until a warm touch
On my shoulder
Brings me out of my reveries,
Waking to the sun’s caress
Reaching through aged clouds,
Bidding me arise, awake,
Return from mushroom rings and
Flaming kings and
Queens of beauty bright.
Disconcerted, I raise my head,
Blink in unexpected light,
Summoned from
My home
To this strange and
Earthly life.
-KJ Roe