the sky is getting lighter, and the day has just begun.
the birds woke me up early.
the sky is getting lighter, and the day has just begun.
how could i be upset with the birds?
Tag: jeremiah ray poetry writing
drip
pattern
of melt-water
drip
the breeze stirs
the chimes
they brush against
bare branches
the breeze slows
melt-water
dripping
silhouettes
silhouettes of trees
dusk
blue sky fading
branches breathe in the
wind
tea
a gray morning
a cup of hot tea
I set my thoughts aside
and watch for sunlight
I taste the sweet tea
lingering on my lips
I wish I could hold time
just slow it down enough
so daylight moves slowly
never quite arriving
and my tea
never gets cold
a tree
When I am in the woods, I stay quiet
I want to be like a tree
A tree only moves when something moves it
It does not try to imitate anything else
It is always true to itself
wildly
no one says to the cool rain,
“show me how to rejoice.”
children’s laughter
and bird song
wildly, wildly
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