Beyond these glass panes,
Lives a world, ever-moving,
Wonderful and wild!
And yet, the raindrops stop me,
From leaving these four bare walls.
Tag: spring
Biting winter wind,
Rolling through the alleyway,
Making spring the fool,
Or so it would seem to me,
And my tissue paper coat.
Just as abruptly,
My words will dry on the page,
Where they will remain,
Untouched, perhaps forgotten,
Until the next storm passes.
Like a spring-time storm,
My words poured over the page,
Filling in the white,
Like a frightening flood,
After a few months drought.
Slowly the wheel turns,
Cool breezes laced with sunshine,
Greet us each morning,
Along with yellow blossoms,
Buzzing with busy bumbles.
Oh caterpillar
Without a care
in the world
Suspended from silk
Caught like a children’s day kite
Gliding on a
spring-time breeze
I arose today
Before a sweetened sunrise
And I rode the clouds
To the Pacific Ocean
Making faces at The Moon
Bright western sunsets,
Face an empty patio.
It does not take long,
For our laughter to shatter
The night sky into starlight.
See the
World below,
Drift away
Without effort,
Take flight
Into blue,
Skies gilded
Silver and white,
Backlit by a
Golden sun.
Candles all aglow,
Laughter and good company,
Warm Taco Thursdays,
These simple things make moments,
That bring me that hygge feel.