(2014)
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
