When that spirit comes and knocks
I sit in my corner
Ignore
Kick off my socks
Crack open a book
Silence the noise in my head
Find peace in my favorite nook
A silent tax
Lofty adventures often stumble o’er
The darker side of heroes’ violent acts
They use the blood and gore so’s not to bore
The list’ners, but this is a silent tax
Song of nature
As snow falls thick
And the wind howls, eerie
I hear
A song of nature
Singing loud
Proud
True
1/25/2021
Fresh snow
Lying on the ground
Eddying around
Sitting soft
Waiting to be stepped in
Firelight
Firelight shines bright
On the face of my beloved
Outlining her softest features
Giving breath to her breath
Light to her light
As she lies there
There, her expression still
Quiet as her mind grows quiet
Worries slip away
And firelight shines upon her
Worries now are gone, her
Hair falls easily, wildly
Her breath, soft
Like the fire’s
They breathe together
Both soft as ever
One crackles, both burn
With light
So bright
Grey skies
Grey skies
Quiet
They encompass all, touch nothing
Change everything
Spinning circles
Spinning circles
In my mind
Often I find
I’m jumping over hurdles
And my mind hurtles
Spinning circles
Enough
Brave enough
Wise enough
Strong enough
That we can be enough
To deserve
All we have
That we can be enough
To seize
The light
That we do enough
And choose
What’s right
Inspired by the words of Amanda Gorman in her poem “The Hill We Climb”.
1/19/2021
Wide, bright horizons
O’er epic tales of courage
Rolling through my mind
Silent orchestras
Sweet sounds of music spinning in my mind
Play symphonies no matter what the hour
In silent orchestras daily I find
A tranquil, simple, everlasting pow’r
A Poem A Day 