Forty days and nights Foregoing pleasures penance Consolation beads
News is fleeting, soon enough Passing into the realm of myth. Pen to paper, words made real. Town crier proclaiming truths, Forgotten once they leave his lips. Posted where the world can see Held up to public scrutiny With iron and steel, Until the wind changes, Another scrap of news posted.
Life’s fleeting moments Caught on yellowing paper Vignettes of the past
Ripples spread outward Hours, days immeasurable Awake or a dream?
I treasure the earth. Warm sunshine and clean air. Quiet solitude where I can hear myself think. Soft moss and velvet ferns That cushion my feet. The lullaby of the forest, And symphony of the ocean. Sweet camellia and magnolia blossoms, Fireflies and hummingbirds, imagination in flight. Treat her well, and Mother Earth will reward…
A fork in the road Choices to make, left or right Can I have a spoon?
Diatribes rage on Accusations flung like knives No leg to stand on
Burnt umber cockleshells capture the roaring ocean Relentlessly churning in slow motion A tug of war between planet and moon Burbling brine, seabirds cawing Whispering winds, stars falling A mighty fortress built upon a sand dune Grappling against the divine Heaven and ocean intertwine Divergent devotion, to all I surrender Diving into the fathomless deep…
Shedding winter gloom Warmth and sunshine on my skin Ready for the beach