Hold your head up high,
Keep your eyes forward and move.
They look to you now,
Marching in the mud and storm,
Luck be with you rainbow scout.
Category: Poetry
Those unplanned journeys,
Bear some of the greatest tales,
Strategy be damned!
Take the long road on your right,
Delight in the unknown curves.
Refreshing shower,
Gives way to clear blue,
Framed by warm white clouds,
This must be what a painter
Feels after the final stroke.
I am of two minds,
Warring for a single heart,
Forty hands holding,
Only so much weight before –
A trust fall is just falling.
Trundling mornings
Accented in small petals
Pastel vanilla
Perfumed breezes pass me by
Giving way to cold showers
Love reunited
Under a single ceiling
Tucked in and cozy
Restful and lazy mornings
Set to wane the afternoon
A soft whisper drifts,
Upon a sunbeam filtered,
Through the window slats –
“Sharpen the pencil and mind,
Poetry month has arrived.”
Is the inkwell dry?
Were the pages burned?
Brushes forgotten?
The season is upon us,
Where have all the poets gone?
What is in today
A day like any other
Or perhaps meaning
So special to celebrate
A first anniversary.
What fair wind is this?
Crisp and sweet without a kiss-
From Winter’s white lips.
Could it be that Spring has sprung?
As was promised in Autumn?