August’s Pages

She has a way about her Hot-tempered She boils and stirs The air Until heavy and thick Weighted In the intensity We bow Resigned to knowing Mere flowers, we are Dried between August’s pages An homage to her When the calendar reflects The depths of wintertime

Carefree Zone

Take it easy Soak up the sun Windblown hair Convertible fun Fried seafood Ice cream cone Sand and sea Carefree zone Take a dip Take a nap Read a book Eat a snack Look ahead Never back Amber sunset Starry sky Sweet dreams No goodbyes There’s a sunrise On the horizon

Wild Ones

If you were a flower What would you be? I’d be a wild one Born to be free Free to be wild As my nature says, I’ll be With deep enough roots To not be careless But still free Free to enjoy The company of wild ones Like me

Praying

Some days are for praying Down on our knees While asking for a miracle We cannot yet see ********************** Some days are for praying Down on our knees To joyfully give thanks For the miracle received