Remember when I raved about going on walks every day? I laugh when I read those poems back now. Walking in spring is a delight, the weather is still slightly cool at all hours of the day. Walking in summer is hell, the heat feels like walking in an oven. There’s a small window inContinue reading “Allergic to the Heat”
I watch the sky turn from light yellow to cotton-candy pink within a matter of minutes The evening air is neither hot nor cold I’m comfortable in a sweater It slides down my left shoulder I don’t bother to fix it I listen to Coldplay’s Yellow, Orphans, & Fix You I watch the light fadeContinue reading “Coldplay at Dusk”
I went on a drive to visit the world Through the safety of my dusty car window. I was gone for the length of a typical movie, Looping through foothills, passing bikers, And elevating into the small mountains As motorcycles followed too close behind me. I can report that the earth is coming to lifeContinue reading “Sunday Drive”
The first quote in The New York Time’s Plague Season, Through the Eyes of Writers is by Virginia Woolf. “It was an uncertain spring.” Uncertain is a good way to put it. We don’t know how long this will last or what will happen when life is allowed to slowly wake up again. There’s aContinue reading “Uncertain Spring”
When the sun disappearsbehind a long flowof stratus clouds, winter returns.The fireplace brings us heat on cold nightsin late May.Snow falls twicein two days,blanketing the green grass and melting against the roads remaining warm, contrastingthe winter airlingering in spring.
RebirthThe earth is alive again,the smells of recently bloomed flowers linger thru the afternoon air.It will fade by summer,but at this moment, they’re wild. ReminderLife never sits still,it’s constantly moving, whether you like it or not.It’s our jobs as humans are to evolve with the times.Move forward instead of back,focusing on the past will onlyContinue reading “The Beauty of Spring”
Spring has arrived along with the remnants of winter.Snow one day, seventy degrees the next.You never know what you’re going to get.The grass is greener as bees flyand house cats beg to come back inside.Days are longer, thoughts are shorter.Everything looks different upon reflection.Awareness changes thoughts and perspective,for once I can look at my interactionsContinue reading “A Poem About Nothing”