Tuesday, September 1, 2015

A Suggestion

            The glow of the lamps cannot obscure
the gray of the clouds moving across the sky
hour after hour of the  relentless downpour
only intensifies the storm
increasing the power of the wind

                The branches that should have been cut down
long ago but weren’t scrape against the pane with increased regularity
a large branch is threatening  to come into the room
of the house uninvited  so I glower outside at the downpour
my gloom and the darkness in the room appear to last forever

                  With a mind of their own my eyes behold a sight
of a mound of dirt filled in by weeds and dead leaves 
only beneath the pile is rich with seeds that are asleep
and struggling not to drown in the waters runoff

               Waiting for tomorrow and the sun
to come out and do its job
to help the seeds sprout and bloom
into the pretty red and orange flowers  known as Million bells,
Alstroemeria, California False Indigo and Daffodil 

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Along The Way

 With a backpack in place I hike off in the month of May,
my boots crunch along the path, stepping over the fallen logs
constantly alert for the slithering and crawling critters   
wary of any movement of those sunning themselves
A field of flowers surrounds me,
a canvas of colors as far as the eyes can see
tones of orange, greens, and yellows
while overhead on a canopy of blooms
the birds chirp their delight
In the distance the snowcapped mountain calls,  
beckoning me to move along
fighting the altitude and resting longer than I like
controlling the labored breathing is a hassle
still my feet move and try to hurry along
What seemed so far away is now the peak beneath my feet
looking around and taking another moment
I enjoy the view so beyond awesome
unable to resist, I take one last look
And I hike back down in the month of June
the snow is gone and the forest continues to thrive