Air is still and warm
Yesterday the wind's blowing
Yesterday the wind's blowing
Leaves return then fall.
Anxious thoughts untested
Seldom pausing or resting
Then I close my eyes.
The heat of summer
Lingers in the tree leaves
Before they change colors.
Anger never solves
Except for further anger--
To provide fuel.
When the week looks long,
One dose of inspiration
Is all that I need.
Mornings hold no chill
Skies promises no remorse
With relentless blue
Day looms with a cloud
I wish I could go back to bed
But the clock insists.
Hummingbirds sip tea
While watching their enemies
Drink on their enemies.
Only one problem
Will keep me awake at night.
The moon is my friend.
Gathering people.
The murmur of soft voices
Then the first chord plays.
Wrinkles seldom shock
Except when you smile or frown
More as you're older.
A man speaks no words
So he is considered wise
Even if he's a fool.
Carrots for rabbits
And apples fed to horses
Then cheese for the mouse
Heavy winds on shore
Shelter in place, run to hid
There is no place safe.
Half cup of water
Dirty dishes are waiting
Need to make breakfast.
Sat on wooden seats
Then to the padding of trains
Then to my pillow
I really should wake
Or do the thing I should do
Instead close my eyes.
The bird silhouettes
Apples sit on the table
Early morning light.
Hummingbird pauses
Takes a sip before going.
Watering house plants.
The world is quiet
In the dark of the morning
A cat wanders by.
The moon has risen
I survey the night landscape.
Owls glide silently.
Why am I worried?
I awake with the unanswered.
Lingering alert
Dig lawn in the front
Looking for grubs messily
At night, what is it?
Sleepy on the brain
Sunlight pays across my eyes
Rustling sounds behind
The smell of baked bread
Meets me when I come home
And a playful smile.
Studying Bible
Morning talks with friends go long
Excitement lingers
Did I learn new things?
Or learn how to use the old?
Each is exciting.
Flights home are waiting
But something is left behind
I'll go out again
Scream of winter jays
Bold because chicken is gone.
Taking the back yard.
Sleepy eyed morning.
The sky shifting and blue
My mind is waking.
Journal, bible, book.
Laid open on the table
All is in order.
Tree is tilted
Grape vine's trellis fell over
The wind has come through.
Look out the back door
The feel of the chill in the air.
Back in for a coat.
Looking for reasons.
Why are one more and one less.
My reasons fail God.
The walk together.
Lightly discussing the day.
Then we fall silent.
Peach and green pumpkins
Resting on the side table.
Not to be eaten.
Reading the poems
Makes me think, chuckle, wince, cry,
All in three brief lines
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