The getting
is gone
for good
the hardest
of harvests
is over
it’s time
to wash
and sort
to store
and keep
and maybe
tomorrow I’ll
maybe not
Category: Love
More
And the
more that
I’ll find
will always
be better
for to
me it
is new
I don’t
cry for
things lost
for I
know that
nothing beats
something new
to learn
and explore
Metal
The you that
used to be
and not the
one that is
did you or
did I change
in a way
that the springs
could no longer
make less bumpy
metal against metal
we slowly go
less gaily so
Gifted
To give without
expecting any return
response or reply
is a grace
to be invisible
without others knowing
what where when
is itself abundant
to share generously
whether it’s time
or an ear
or a shoulder
is always an
act of prosperity
to give then
without is gratitude
for having much
to be gifted
Some
Sometimes easy someone
like a folded
blanket ready there
at the foot
to give comfort
cuddles and warmth
like a summer
breeze barely noticeable
until it passes
and wet grass
that gets between
the toes tickling
this is the
someone who sometimes
I would like
somewhere maybe someday
