If we would just ask Mother Nature for answers We might find our truths
Blue used to be my favorite color. Now I prefer (purple). (purple) is like blue, but more in… You’re my (more interesting, favor…
Powdered salt snowflakes Dusted on stubborn dead leaves Life’s perfect white noise
Go ahead Do your thing I’m waiting With open wings
Relinquish control Let the Universe have space To exceed expectations
I lived today. I breathed. I moved. I was. I hope I helped.
If you’re satisfied with yourself And the world you live in, Is that your cue To start again?
I have no tricks. I have no sleeves. I have only me. And that’s enough.
When they say “Two wrongs don’t make a right.” What I hear is “Don’t confuse justice with spite.…
Sittin’ in a patio chair Breathin’ in the cool night air Listening to the breeze Rustling leaves in trees I’m being the love of life
Each moment at hand Is open invitation To the promised land
I like to watch... an ant traverse a grass forest a flower unfurl in moonlight a muskrat reap trifolium a leaf quiver in mid-day breeze
I am homeless Not because I live in my car But, because my home is in the arm… And I forget what that feels like
I want to decide, Want to make my stand; But I’m still a child, Craving helping hands.
Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus
