Cloudy sky
mutes sun
daybreak whispers
through the
hazy whiskers
of damp
gray dark
Sunday morning
nothing tempts
or beckons
besides blankets
and pillows
Category: happines
Crystal
You can’t
poke holes
into water
any more
than you
can poke
holes into
my peace
while what
you used
will shine
it will
slowly dull
but I
will continue
to glisten
like crystal
Beach
I don’t swim
but rather dip
or maybe wade
in the chaos
sure of footing
retreat I will
free from waves
that start far
offshore and take
their drama out
on those unaware
Abound
Knowing that there’s
nothing to do
this quiet pause
brings its relief
in a boat
having rowed out
into the channel
ripples in wake
calm in front
and peace abound
Back
Talk less
about yourself
listen more
make them
wonder what
mystery tempts
and aloof
causes curiosity
don’t run
after instead
walk away
your back
is stronger
