Easy to look back
Yet that sucks our energy
That we need to grow
Category: Poetry
Saturday Morning Mid-May
Light flows across my blinds
Bird dialog strikes my ears
My room’s emptiness
Speaks to my past
And my future
My afternoon walk
An afternoon walk
Journeying through the quiet
With only my mind
A Haiku As I Listen To Music This Evening
Such tranquil music
Carrying my soul skyward
Glorious nighttime
May you might be restful and you awake rejuvenated.
The Clover Is Blooming
Clover is blooming
Sunlight pushing through the clouds
Springtime’s joy persists
Your mind is your strength
My mind is my strength
It is all I can control
The root of my soul
This Spring Morning
This early morning
Birdsong dances in the air
Dawn climbing the trees
Blossoms from Buds
Standing in sunlight
Buds changing into blossoms
Spring’s evolution
The sun is up. It’s time to change the world!
The sun is now up
It’s time to change the world
You are important
There’s so much work to be done to make this world kinder, just and equitable.
Germs are creeping up on me this evening
Sitting in darkness
Dreams crowding my awareness
My germs arguing
Yeah, I’m feeling germs creeping up. Coughing. Sigh.
Hopefully, a good night’s rest will reset me.