Lazy day 
kinda hazy
daisy day 
the kind 
for flowers
pick and 
pluck prune
and preen 
finally seen
before the 
mower goes 
wild tomorrow 

Tidbits tiny things 
little sweets and 
those small details 
things barely noticed 
I often wonder 
if we’ve forgotten 
just how simple 
slow once was
and if ever
we’ll get back 
to being that 

Harmony is an 
expression of peace
be it symphony 
or a ditty 
even a whistle 
word or song 
it is tactile 
when touching something 
expected to be 
and always is
harmony lacks surprise
giving way to 
a constant cycle 
of clear certainty 
there is no 
chaos or question 
in harmony but 
rather well placed 
pauses and rests
pieces of peace 
dabbled in about 
this little dance 

I’m just 
a guy
who had
a dream 
one that 
stayed out 
there beyond 
calling me 
little butterflies 
and hummingbirds 
and the 
sun that 
peeked from 
behind clouds 
I can 
and will