Little wicked thing!
This entity we call time.
How it rules our world!
Why do we shackle ourselves,
Category: Poetry
Fear of Fall
Watching the sun soar
Lower in the clear blue sky,
I am filled with joy,
It is finally Autumn!
Then trepidation sinks in…
Protesters remain
Past curfew announced early
They fight and scream and
Running now, from people sworn
To protect and serve from? for? who?!
Reaching the summit
Is pure exhilaration
I am still weary
From the journey to this point
But joy is what we all need
Lightning strikes again
Without warning or reply
On a canvas of blue
Not even a speck of white
And yet it feels like clockwork
A moment captured
Sunlight sealed in silver’s kiss
Radiant color
Your smile hits me like lightning
They say it never strikes twice.
Awake late tonight
My circle of golden friends
some twenty-five years
You, my chosen family
Make me laugh like no other
Progress is slower
But I make my way forward
Sketching and inking
Each line a small victory
Celebrated with color
On this day I pause
Reflecting on the past year
Sizing up the next
Planning for what is to come
And the world keeps on turning
Simple things matter
Uninterrupted silence
Communication
Colored pencils and warm socks
Wait, what was I doing now?