Oh I spy
Diamonds in grass
Early morning dew
Sitting and shimmering
Dancing like fairy
Wings or tiny
House lights of
Nymphs and gnomes
Glisten they do
Disappear they must
But for now
They but twinkle
Like galaxies nestled
In Kentucky bluegrass
Category: Curiosity
Spoon
Thinking of you
Stirring my coffee
Hearing that tink
Which once angered
Now woefully missing
Even summer knows
That it will
Once again kiss
Fall and winter
Relies on spring
But me now
What I have
Is simply that
Muted sound of
My own spoon
CouldWouldShould
And sitting atop
A grand magical
Forest green we
Wondered what if
We joined forces
You of magic
Me of beauty
Could would should
We change anything
In your world
As in mine
There are troubles
That we cannot
Prevent nor cure
There is pain
Suffering and despair
We are not
The harbingers of
Change but simply
Kings of possibilities
Only when the
World disgusts itself
By its selfishness
Only then will
They notice us
With hearts empty
And eyes open
Amusement
You do know
That you have
Set the bar
High for others
And so many
Walk beneath it
Like playing limbo
But you oh
You you simply
Leap over it
To my amusement
WedMorn
Day is serving
A Neapolitan sky
Above the treeline
Burns strawberry peach
Just above that
Layered yellow vanilla
And beyond that
Dense dark blueberry
Even the moon
Can be seen
Like a small
White bitten cookie
Bungalows jostled close
To each other
Like feeding lambs
As door sounds
Follow the goodbyes
Life start here
Again this morning
