Tag: Poetry

take this in 
breath
take this in

buds have almost opened
the sun rises early
when did this happen
one day spring

the bird is losing its mind.
it was yesterday, too.
the grass is greener &
the buds are open.
the bird is losing its mind.

a storm looms
in the west
the setting sun
a thin strip
caught between night 
and the rolling clouds

driftwood
polished white
by the sun
was there pity
in such an action

fog takes you

swimming in it

silhouette

then gone

rain on the verge of snow.

my tea lets go of curling steam.

forgiveness;
like the dead tree
felled by 
the strong winds.
it never says,
“you hurt me.”
rather, it says,
“thank you for the dance.” 

 

there is my tree
i planted it some years ago

when i did 
i let nature decide if it would live

i left it
in the hands of the unknown

now after many seasons
it is strong

stronger than those 
planted with intention and hope

i left hope aside
and it is strong

 

the toy sword
gifted to me
as a child
rests in the corner
of my room
i am no longer
a child