about the rain

watching the grey sky
I wonder about the rain
crying tears of joy
or weeping streams of sadness
both whetting the will to grow

worn thin

color stretches grey
across a canvas worn thin
by the daily dredge
of worry tinged with sadness
how long can the fibers hold?

Voyageurs

Do you seek passage
on the great and mighty ship
named Kindness and Truth
or are you distracted by
the hustle of the harbor?

Trust the Truth

Outside leaves rain down
Blanketing the waiting ground
A hushed reminder
We all need warmth in winter
Trust the truth of those you touch

Why?

Why write one poem
everyday for a year?
To see what happens.
To work on getting better.
To prove to myself I can.

respite

blanketed with wet
as out of a deep mud bog
claws birdsong and breeze
she smells the fetid promise
of more violence to come

before the rain

the air hangs heavy
full with the promise of change
awaiting release
she smells the sweet new future
while storms build just out of view

just do it

calm water beckons
dive in to the deep unknown
risk for something new
moments slip quickly away
hesitation no refuge

sadness

the sky fills with clouds
the bright rising sun forfeits
to dense shadow land
heaviness seeps into heart
tears, rivulets of a storm