Category: poetry

summer breeze

walking, talking

we find ourselves

hand in hand

on a shoreline stroll;

lapping, slapping

the waves set up

an ancient rhythm

that stirs the soul;

splattering, spattering

wildflowers are drops

that fell when nature

painted in the spring;

rushing, gushing

the summer breeze is

the breath of life here

connecting everything

–photo by me

rainy summer blues

so much rain, so little time,

waiting for summer as it slips away

i said there’s so much rain, so little time

waiting for summer as it slips away,

i bet it rains on the fourth of july

with lightning and thunder

ruining the day

so much rain

so little time

–photo by me

Another Day

I woke up this morning to the sound of steady rain on the roof and was disappointed because I had plans to tackle some outside chores I’d been putting off. I pulled out my untrusty laptop and started scrolling through the news, all the while hoping the rain would end so I could get out there. Well, the rain kept on and on, and it was making me feel anxious. At length, I found myself getting dressed and heading out the door; I did all the chores in the rain, and it was–wonderful!

another day breaks

and what will we do?

our desires are many;

our resources, few.

perhaps if we can

stop desiring to bend

the ways of the world

to our personal end,

we’d find ourselves free

to be satisfied

just being alive

and along for the ride.

–photo by me

run home, little sister

storm’s a comin’,

best be runnin’

home, little sister–

tell ma to take

the clothes down

off the line,

and pa should roll

the windows up

on the ’29;

have gramma check

the wireless to hear

what this’ll bring,

and grampa–well,

don’t tell that

ol’ coot anything.

–photo by me