‘Tis the season To be merry But what if you’re feeling Dull and scary Disappointed By oh so many things With no sweetness To fix the bitter sting You’re only able To do your best So, when you’re tired Take time and rest To prepare yourself For that moment when Your spirit’s ready To celebrate… Read More ‘Tis the Season
—- Disclaimer: Pop should be consumed In moderation —- Need a little boost In the afternoon Have a fizzy drink Or a sugary tune But too much of one Or both forms of pop Will make your head spin And your energy drop Until all that’s left Is a synthesized beat And an aftertaste That’s… Read More Pop!
A flock of robins Darted here and there Their controlled chaos In trees, in air Swirling and spiraling Grey, blue and red Chirping and peeping Was heard overhead Where juniper berries Hung heavy on trees The robins feasted In the late fall breeze One after the other They had their fill Whoosh All was calm… Read More Whoosh
When your head hits the pillow Don’t shed a tear Send up a prayer For only God’s ears Close your tired eyes Clear the worry from your head Let the blanket of peace Tuck you into bed Tonight, and always With thanks Amen
The pear tree grew heavy With much fruit to bear So, she lowered her branches In a gesture to share First came the deer Across the field, down the hill To savor the sweetness Until each had their fill Next came the crows Who filled up their beaks So, when they squawked Pear juice dribbled… Read More The Pear Tree
Do you believe in signs Messages and such From those you dearly miss From those you wholly loved A penny at your feet A heart cloud in the sky The perfect color blue A Cardinal flying by Or is this coincidence Merely, a thing of chance Something that normally You wouldn’t give a second glance… Read More Messages
The trees tell secrets This time of year They’ll whisper and wait Wondering if you’ll hear Their sad songs Their stories Their laughter Their tears All they’ve witnessed All that’s since disappeared
Leaves fall Like candy-coated rain In a carnival of colors As the seasons’ change Transient, unexpected Never the same
I saw a piece of paper Flat and uninspired I folded it with creases Until my fingers tired I shaped it I named it I kissed it goodbye In my imagination I watched it fly
The rain tap, tap, taps “Is anybody home?” Dampening the sign Securely taped to the door No Soliciting It brazenly ignores
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