CharlotteMorn

And far off

Behind the tree

Line Canadian geese

Honk preparing for

Flight now they

Approach like Mardi

Gras revelers in

Strategic formation swooping

Like Heaven’s angels

At the rapture

Now past everything

Returns to quiet

This Charlotte morn

BeYourBest (to Jay)

Being better than

You are is

Always frightening being

What you know

To be true

Is even harder

Be your bestest

Self and others

Will recognize be

Anything less and

You’ll be forgotten

Be the oasis

Not the sand

AcornOak

And sometimes in

Life someone sees

More promise in

Us than we

See in ourselves

This is called

Hope be the

Acorn toppled from

Limb left to

Bury sleep and

Sprout turning into

It’s own oak

Giving shade to

Others worry not

About yourself for

Others will make

You into what

Whatever you were

Meant to be

Sometimes to them

Other times to

The entire world

Friend

Oh and like

That one star

That I spy

On the East

Horizon you lay

In your bed

Just as luminous

Hovering there it

Outshines the others

Giving definition to

The heavenly orbs

Just as you

Give definition to

The word friend

Newness

The end of

Something is never

Easy but is

Required to start

Something new we

Hear the oooo’s

And aahhh’s of

Autumn but never

The wish to

Be a leaf

For just one

More sweet day