I hold on to my run Like the sun, to the treetops. “You first,” I say. “You first,” says sun. Home. I look up. I’ve…
I wonder if the wonder I express at all my wondering Is all the reason needed to explain away my blundering.
Above a fog of reason, Beneath a cloud of rhyme, You’ll find the windy season Of poetry sublime. Anytime.
What we wish we could undo Was meant To be, To shape our present, To fashion an impetus For what we do next.
Be silent to say a thing, And listen to explain it. An audience deaf to silence Requires mutes to train it.
Two halves of a freshly baked bun Sandwiching your #moment patty. Savor it, my friend.
Dawntime in the fall: When beauty spies you Admiring its bare, silent splendor, It whispers, “And you thought you knew me.”
Wisdom is the father of intelligence: Indulges and disciplines child Till it rebels and runs away Leaving him without a say.
You can help By keeping out of the way, But vanity is to stand out While doing so, Like a pinky tilted up At afternoon…
The clouds of tomorrow Float on the winds of today To rain on the thirsty hills Of yesterday.