I thought I
would be but
I haven’t been
anything at all
not that this
or anything else
at all mattered
meant or made
me into it
tinker poet lover
or thief I’ve
stolen the better
parts of others
turning them into
things of beauty
to my pleasure
Category: happines
Day
Dust of
early day
as nights
dark bruise
turns slowly
to blue
then yellow
and gone
windows whisper
good morning
as thoughts
start simmering
Mountain
New ivory blanket
lays folded flat
at beds end
patiently awaiting use
chilled feet and
cool legs seek
its warm comfort
in the outside
chilly June morning
mountain coffee time
big enough for
two to cuddle
June
Already the
machine moans
squeaky clean
and soon
to tumble
the kettle
filled begins
to boil
and beep
the snare
of slippers
shuffle across
hardwood floors
and cabinet
doors creak
such are
standard sounds
of early
dawn days
of June
Boldly
There’s a type
of quiet that
invites others to
gather and sit
it’s a light
that is seen
from a distance
and calls attention
to its warmth
it’s boldly quiet
in its simplicity
and its silence
