Month: April 2022

Little pine tree,
Stretching its branches merrily
In the center of the clearing
At the base of the mountain
Near the edge of the woods

It leaves me
wondering
Oh little pine tree,
What is it like
To be

here endlessly
When the bee comes
and smell your sweet scent,

And the snow
covers your grand little branches
And the sweeping winds
carry it away
when it melts again for spring

What is it like
To be

In the center of a clearing
At the base of the mountain
Near the edge of the woods?

1 A magnificent scale
2 So wondrous and tall
3 Stable and luxurious
4 So able in its appointments
5 Its supremacy was thought to never be challenged

6 A fateful day
7 A fulfilled prophecy
8 Some face is to blame for the end of a long awaited journey
9 So traumatic was this event, that face was lost in history

10 A lesson was learned for many
11 As the souls aboard were lost in time
12 Forgot in the midst of the doomed vessel
13 Lying under sand in the ocean, buried by secrets that will never be told

Gass sways through the wind
Without a care
As it moves through
The flow of life

Grass is a home
To little bugs and animals
Where they roam around
In their secret little village

Grass is an itchy thing
That crawls up your legs
Brushes up against you
As you walk through it

Grass lives everywhere
As it perseveres
Living through the harshest of climates
And the tropical ones too

Grass is a farmer
Making food for itself
Working all day long
But as soon as its night
It sleeps till dawn

Trees
Swaying in the breeze
Dancing in the wind
Breathing in the sun

Trees
Falling down to earth
Being hauled away
Far from their homeland

Trees
Helping the earth
Staying rooted and strong
Being an anchor for us all

Trees
Stopping the sunlight
Ending the fuel
Freezing the life

As I walk by
The community hall
I see the telephone pole standing tall
With all its pride and glory

The telephone pole
From 1940
Shoots up from the ground
And into the sky

The giant pillar
By town hall
A symbol of strength
And hope to all

The wood is splitting
Yet held together
By love and care
From the people

Some might say
That history holds it together
But I say
It’s just the duct tape

Paws, like velvet they are
Fur, feathery and soft
Eyes that are diamond

Grass parting, fireflies shining like diamond
In our backyard you are,
Running to give me a kiss, gentle and soft

Your hugs are always soft
Wouldn’t trade you for a million diamonds
My dog you are

You make me soft, better than gold and diamonds, my dog you are

Poems share feelings
Send thoughts to the reader’s mind
With or without rhymes

sitting in a garden,
sipping chamomile tea.

staring at the dandelion fluff,
floating slowly through the air.

lavender scented breezes
and mint leaves

at the lemon trees,
swarmed with yellow yellow
bumble bees.

incoming rainstorms
and lilac flowers

at the sun,
shining through dancing spring saplings

sipping chamomile tea,
sitting in a garden.

When I fall, the feathers fly
When I reach, they drift away
Calm, quiet, a summer breeze
Lifts the feathers higher.

When I fall, the feathers fly
When I call, they turn away
Soft, gentle, they look up
Though I scream from below.

When I fall, the feathers fly
When I reach, call, cry
They look to the stars, the sun, the sky
And stand by as I suffer.

They pity me
Unable to float, to soar
The one who falls while they fly

But when I fall, the feathers fly
So when I fall they let me cry
Because when I fall
They glide higher
So why would they stop me from falling?

I’m looking out over the jagged edge.
Eyes glazed over.
Retreated into my head.
Absorbing the scene into my mind.

The trees that bend and sway, snapping at each other with their branches.
The water that writhes and runs over the rocks with relentless ease.
The gray swarming sky splits apart to hurl the frigid droplets of water at me.
It runs down my face, my arms, my back, and legs.

It’s smooth and calming paired with the searing pain of the chill.
An icy knife cutting me slowly to shreds.
The wind tosses and turns.
Always restless, always searching.

A force bound to the beauty of nature.
Left alone to wonder the Earth,
But never afraid.
Detached from the world.

A churning mass in my chest.
Waiting.
Wanting.
Watching.

An endless need to find…
Something.
And it can be free.
I can be free.

We both wait and watch and roam,
Always looking,
For that something.
That will set us free.

I start to wonder to myself.
Is the wind I’ve always known just the souls of people like me,
Who were born to wonder,
That have finally been set free?