Why do the clouds crowd
Blot out the life-giving sun
And make days dreary?

Sorry it’s late. You get two poems today!

Walking by the shore
I smell salt spray on the air
And so my mind calms

Crackling, orange flames
A blanket and a lover
What else could I ask?

Here lies a dry man
Who watered others’ gardens
Saving none for him

To feel tools in hand
To shape the earth and upon’t
That is a true bliss

The sky turns to green
As far-off thunder rumbles
And rain starts to fall

There is music there
Hiding in your mind’s corners
Waiting to be heard