I don’t think
that we confuse
days of the
week because we’re
all getting older
but because we’re
at last aware
of how fast
it really goes
Category: Kindness
Fireflies
It’s now when
the morning shadow
hovers and covers
and the sun
peeks through windows
some little spy
in the sky
and everything else
all around me
glows like bulbs
belonging to fireflies
Morning
I love
morning most
when hope
and happiness
slowly trickles
and tickles
and fingers
find flesh
and hands
their home
this quiet
without question
If
If I do
it’s only to
share what I’ve
become the things
that I’ve found
and not the
the things forgotten
for those things
no longer make
or matter except
as a natter
of long ago
battles and wars
but maybe the
scars of skirmishes
seen and counted
in dim light
after or before
and then tales
of long ago
told around the
campfire of passion
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
