A poem for fun! 9/20/20
What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos