Glimpse
When day goes black Eyes look to the sky To dream and wonder About where and why To remember how small Problems can be When into the vastness Our gaze lets us see Just far enough A glimpse at best To keep us guessing About all the rest
When day goes black Eyes look to the sky To dream and wonder About where and why To remember how small Problems can be When into the vastness Our gaze lets us see Just far enough A glimpse at best To keep us guessing About all the rest
The morning birds sing A song I’ve longed to hear A welcome, A farewell They sing this time of year A welcome to spring’s Saving grace A farewell to winter’s Scowling face The morning birds sing Under shifting skies As spring is born Of winter’s demise
Happy Valentine’s Day! Remember to always recognize and appreciate the love in your life EVERY day of the year! I’m so very thankful for mine!
It started to unravel All on its own But wasn’t noticed Until a hole had shown Broken threads Tattered and torn A once perfect design Faded and worn Edges jagged Where seams used to be What once was complete Is no more to see The fabric of time Now a threadbare sheet
Wake me when it’s spring When the flowers are in bloom When the birds gladly sing When the sun sits higher in the sky And a warm night the moon soon brings
A crack of thunder Foretells of rain A lightning bolt Threatens pain Yet still, we dance Dance in the rain Until the sun Does shine again To dry the puddles We’re dancing in
It snowed last night All is white and clean All flaws are covered By a wintry scene But a land like this Is not long to be Beneath the surface Are many scars to see The real, the raw The ugly, and worn The bud of a rose Paired with the thorn Out of… Read More Beauty is Born
Plastics In all shapes and sizes Litter the banks As the river rises Omens of Environmental crisis
A simple yes A simple no A simple choice Is simple to know A simple answer Simply ain’t so
“It’s trash day again,” I hear myself say. “Another week’s gone, We’re back to trash day.” It’s one more reminder Of how fast it goes Time keeps on ticking Its hand never slows So, look for meaning That with you will stay Week after week Including trash day
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