They spoke to each other Melodic and jittery But the words they sang Remained a mystery A mystery I wished To keep as that A thing of wonder Notes pitchy and flat Matching the beat Deep inside of me A steady ebb and flow Peace and Unease Fed by the same air That songbirds breathe
It was on the banks Of the rushing stream Where wild mosses grew Plush, damp, and green That a tiny yellow bud Began to flirt Peeking a sunny head From drunken dirt Unwilling to wait For the sun to rise Higher and higher In a summer sky Singing birds confirmed Spring had arrived
Within the span of an hour All changed The sun had set Only last light remained ~ When the trees began To tremble in fear In the slightest breeze They began to hear ~ Rumors of a storm The big one spun and spun From tree to tree About damage, it had done ~ With… Read More Bending Not Breaking
I see a pretty picture But it is not complete The park bench is empty Where two people should be ~ And where are the children Laughing as they speak One counts aloud In their game of hide and seek ~ And what about the dog Splashing in the pond Sniffing out bullfrogs While staying… Read More I See
