The start of something,
Brand new for me, but perhaps
Not so new to you,
But know it gives me comfort,
To have you on this journey.
Category: Poetry
My friend died today
And all the stars are weeping
Even our fair sun
Burned in sadness and anger
Soothed only by cotton clouds.
Dearest Sequoia,
Tell me that you are happy,
That joy is the key,
In your daily music, with –
Laughter as the melody.
It is not that hard,
To begin writing to you
That part is simple.
What is harder is after
The words, “Dearest Sequoia.”
Breakfast is the best
Surely lunch is delicious
And dinner divine
But dippy eggs and bacon
Shall always be the bees knees
Take me by the hand
Lead me down the unknown trail
Straight into the East
Where we will picnic among
Golden sun and leaves alike
Autumn lullaby
What verse are you singing us?
Will you sing of trees
Swaying in the wind’s embrace
Blushing at a secret joke?
Mount Tamalpais
Strongly set, vibrant, and green
Whisper what you see
For I am no longer young
And your shoulders are too high
Rolling down hillsides
Swirling between copper leaves
The gauze of our world
Creeps into our storied minds
Planting the sweetest of dreams