Winter trees stand
Naked outside my
Window charcoal fingers
Playing puppet shadows
Against cold gray
December skies that
Hover like parents
Over home work
Never really moving
Nary a breeze
All is still
But me seeing
And you breathing
Here beside me
Category: Affection
SummerBlossom (to You)
And then like
A bomb dropped
From high over
Head it exploded
And decimated everything
That of course
Was 2020 what
It really did
Though is refocus
The world towards
Common humanity this
Idea that none
Of us are
Invincible without others
And each of
Us is just
As deliciously delicate
And temporary as
Those summer blossoms
HumanHarmony
I have discovered
That in life
We attract what
We are it’s
Called human harmony
If one is
Mean one attracts
Meanness if one
Is kind kind
Comes forth human
Harmony therefore is
Completely up to
You and rests
On your shoulders
SkinnyBranches
Living life out
Here on the
Skinny branches is
Reserved for only
Three types of
People those about
To take flight
Those willing to
Fall and those
Whose songs are
The sweetest and
And heard teetering
The rest huddle
In their nests
Close to home
DadII (to Steven)
He’s gone now
To wander the
Mysteries of the
Universe and to
Perhaps reappear one
Day to each
Of you a
Songbird in a
Far off tree
Singing a song
Only you will
Hear and remember
Rest well Dad
Until the next
You are here
