Within

Within the realm of possibilities

lies the fantasy of dreams and

the belief that one day all will

be as it was intended to be,

otherwise there was no rhyme

or reason to our existence here.

13Mar18

Looking Back

the more we live as adults

the more we think like children,

and we wonder if our personalities

will ever change or if our hearts

will ever stand all the stress;

yet, stress seems to motivate

and helps us rationalize

our bad decisions and poor

choices as we look back 

and wonder “what if” it were

all different “or if” we were

somehow different in the

ways we lived our lives.

12Mar18

Watching

a cold day rises

inside warmth found

flowers withering

snow flakes falling down

snakes curled up underneath

green grass covers brown

a cold wind blows

silently through leafless trees

birds control their singing

squirrels walk across the lines

moments turn to minutes

days turn to weeks

months yield to years

and I wonder if I

still have time to cry.

12Mar18

Searching

falcons flow aimlessly through

the mountain walls that have been

so ruthlessly constructed over the

years by the raging waters of the river

that now runs silent far below the

flight path of these birds of prey,

who now must search high and low

for food that has all but vanished.

12Mar18

Spring

snow in the valley with

temps in the forties and

flowers poking through,

buds on tree limbs, as

March roars like a lion

in heat wanting to find

a mate before it gets

to hot for romance, but

until then socks on feet

and long sleeves seem

to be appropriate gear.

12Mar18

Songs

daylight hinders sight

darkness precludes sound

we live in caves of silence

growing hatred in the ground;

life robs us daily yet we

live another day and when

the sun goes down we

remember songs of our birth.

11Mar16

Living

we soar past the morning

and into the afternoon

before we realize

it is the night that is short

and forces us to begin

the absurdity again.

11Mar18

Lost Out Way

we lie, cheat, and steal

yet call ourselves religious

when in retrospect

we are anything but...

we use our wealth and position

to manipulate our wills

as others do our bidding

as if still slaves...

we compromise not to our neighbors

destroy our enemies but not

before they kill thousands

and when the war is over

we get richer rebuilding...

we hide our true feelings in

greeting cards and ask for

forgiveness when our time to die.

11Mar18

Dreams

a gloomy day befalls us

clouds all around

smiles turn into frowns

inside we must stay

even though warmer

and the butterfly joins

us for one last journey

through time and misfortune

when the bells toll and

we awake from our dreams.

11Mar18

Standing

she stands in awe over the forest

as if some kind of queen she were

and squirrels run over her limbs

on the way to softer ground but

in the twenty years that I have

seen her standing, she has not

wavered once when storms

engulfed her and has never

weakened in the heat of day.

11Mar17