On Track
Here I sit
In car six
On the same worn burgandy fabric seats
I sat on 42 years before
And here I write
On my Smart phone!
Here I sit
In car six
On the same worn burgandy fabric seats
I sat on 42 years before
And here I write
On my Smart phone!
The Spring Butterfly
Sat in stillness on the small cedar
For what seemed like an eternity!
You think you have control –
or do I give it of my own Volition
For all you know –
this isn’t about control
Perhaps it is about Trust
It is a shallow mind –
not to see this.
A rogue Warrior
wanders the earth
There is no escape –
– As time stands still
Cluttered with memories
He can’t seem to find
The decades comingle –
in a capsule of time
Searching for a feeling
Through a place, song or view
It’s been with him a lifetime
Yet nothing at all is true.
No morning birds today
– after the spray.
Perhaps I’ll clean my windows.
In less than a day
the spring flowers Lie flat.
The masked man lingers – then moves on
when the Rains arrive!
Although I am consulted,
I know there is no choice.
The man in the mask
and the Orange suit
Has Arrived
Green is Green –
In whatever form it takes
The buttercups choke out the grass
As they Salute to the Sun.
The pink Capsule hangs in the Honey Suckle
Two days the Crow stays!
– then leaves when the rain comes
Two bottles of wine – one red one white
Two benzos – both white and small
A Mother’s Purple Comforter –
The Seagull; I haven’t seen yet…
I took my glasses off
To see clearly on the trail;
A cool wind on my cheek
Moving water beneath the bridge
Gravel under feet
The horn of a distant train
A buzzing aircraft – wondering if they can see me
As I stand amidst the Four Cedars.
The stairway stood in time
As orange changed into gold
A flame was left to Seethe
Then Smoldered in the cold
Persistent and continual
The never-ending burn
A spark was all that’s needed
For all I hold and yearn.