The trees, the strings
The wind, the horns
The birds, the flutes
My heart, the drums
Heroes on a page
Smells of ink and paper
Filling up my senses
Stories full of heroes
Fantasies and legends
Sounds of distant battles
Rage upon my eardrums
Heroes’ hellish horrors
Play across the pages
Yet there is a freedom
Hiding in these epics
Simpleness can be found
If you know to look.
To climb mountains
I want to look down
Upon rivers and forests
To climb grand mountains
2/5/2021 – winter snow
Like blankets on the frozen ground
The whitest snow resides
It dampens all the sound around
And calms the soul besides
Sunrise
Wide and bright
Just the right
Color, the sky’s filled
Puffy clouds build
Paint the world
Colors unfurled
At the farthest edges of the sky
My spirit lifts high
As the sun shines in
As the sun shines in
I gaze out in endless awe
At the sparkling snow
Rhyming ‘ough’
I often cough
The whole day through
And even though
It can be tough
I’ll climb a bough
(Its bark, so rough!)
And look out on the snough snow
Cuppa
When thoughts race, wild, in your mind
When a hundred things at once implode
When naught can calm your jumpy nerves
When pain bleeds down and tightens your chest
May I suggest
A cup of tea and a bit of rest
Peace of the heart
When your heart can rest
In knowledge that it is safe, no matter what comes
In knowledge that it is cared for
In knowledge that another gently cups it in their hands
And in knowledge that that other will never forsake it
That is peace
This shared place
To whom does the lone tree falling play?
For whom does the ocean thunder sing?
At whom does the far side of the moon smile?
For they do play
They do sing
They do smile
And though it may not be we
Who hears
Who sees
Who senses
There are others in this shared place
A Poem A Day 