My son’s path diverged
Both sadness at these changes
And proud contentment
Category: Poetry
A few years changed everything
In ’42
They were proud
Of their work
In ’45
Suddenly they became
The worst evil ever
Eyes finally opened
Stomachs churned
Too late for so many
Ah, Coffee!
Coffee is lovely
It keeps my brain functioning
Keenly important
Investment?
The future? Murky.
I stare into the unknown
A strange investment
May’s Last Day
This month’s one last day
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Today Begins
the day begins
morning’s power embraces
coffee: come fuel me!
Walking with my Shadow
Inspired by sunlight
I walk through the morn
I’m matched step for step
The Zendo’s Quiet
I sit with my tea
The well kept garden beckons
Grasses at perfect angles
This Morning
Greeted by grey skies
Whispers of rain on the wind
Noise of life: awake
This Evening
Nightfall has arrived
The end of this perfect day
Sunlight shifting to rain