The moon is life, Our ultimate destruction. Born together, Pulled apart. One day we will collide, And that will be the end as we know it.
Rain drops gently fall on water Tingle with each drop Playing in my mind.
As the branch bends, The bud pops. I slide down each arm of life, Stopping. Breathing in it’s new beginning. The old stem has come back, alive. Once again Anew with joy Perky toward the sky. I linger Hoping It’s vitality Will seep into me. As the bud pops, I smell sweet life Fresh in … Continue reading The Bud Pops – April 9, 2019
A bad mood Surrounds me, Like a warm blanket. The rays of light try to penetrate my cover.
Dirt, Wet dog, Worms, Fish, always fish. The smell creeps up on me, As spring turns the corner.
I hold this little memory In the palm of my hand A box that lurches open With the snap of a band Always dusty And filled with her scent Flowers and the breeze. She grew a small garden In the back corner of our yard Lilies of the valley were her favorite With spicy pops … Continue reading Her Prairie – April 3, 2019
You are made of sun, A light I cannot touch.