Glass bottles Thrown from docks Burst under waves Break over rocks Rolled in the sea Tumbled by sand They run aground Back on dry land With edges buffed And shine frosted Glass once new Now worn and salted Ready to be found By a discerning soul Who’ll see someone’s trash As treasure to behold
Silently As we sleep In the dark of night They crawl and creep Up in the trees Beneath the ground In the air and dirt Is where they’re found But the worst of these Invade our beds Nightmares that live Inside our heads As we sleep Silently
I still wear a t-shirt From when I had a teen crush Born from America’s pastime Raised on the days of summer When a AAA player Chasing the Major Leagues Skillfully stretched To catch more than flyballs With all the ease of cotton Yet, inevitably Pinholes appeared In the fabric Of time and place Where… Read More Threadbare
There are no secrets On Mulberry Street Thanks to the canines That cannot keep Their sensitive noses Out of neighborhood news They’re first to sniff out Visitors and clues A car that passes A knock on the door A rogue raccoon A package from the store It starts with one bark Soon followed by more… Read More Patrol and Protect
I remember when pulling petals Decided fate If love would blossom At a future date Or if the last petal Would decide Love’s not to be Between him and I And if the final answer Didn’t fit I’d pull more petals I would not quit To find the answer That I sought “He loves me,… Read More Pulling Petals
The world rushed by House, tree, bird From the open window Classic rock stirred Adventure Into the warm summer air The sweet scent of lilacs Brushed their hair At the bark of a dog The engine roared The tires spun faster On the vintage Ford The world rushed by House, tree, bird Their smiles said… Read More The World Rushed By
During a heatwave Remember the rain Remember the darkness When no light remained Remember our longing For a brighter day For the sun’s return We hoped and prayed During a heatwave Remember rainy days The rain we once cursed We wish for today
The repeating cycle Of sand and sea Under golden sun Calls to me, “You must return To our sandy beaches Where nature’s law Calmly teaches Strength, tenacity And perseverance To all those willing To see and hear it. In the waves In the wind In the whispering sand Are secrets to learn And understand.”
The Mayflies disrupt The sleeping dog As the sun parts The stubborn fog Two nuisances aside No better day We’ll ever find
The compassionate gardener Leaves no plants behind Instead, they relocate When there’s a change in design They diligently dig Each plant from the dirt And carefully inspect To make sure none are hurt They gently hold them They whisper good cheer They reassure each plant Their new home is near “It’s just over there Where… Read More The Compassionate Gardener
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