I woke today in a fog. But autumn’s now in view. There’ll be more days of sky high temps, though fortunately just a few. ~ My body’s burned with a patchwork tan, the grass a patchwork of brown. Smiles await bluer skies, but for now I’ve still a frown. ~ Perhaps today I’ll write a poem, better than those before. I used to say that every day, but now I’m not so sure. ~ Like the seasons, time does change, creativity comes and goes. Inspiration’s all around, but negativity grows and grows. ~ I need a cool crisp morning, with leaf of red and gold. Though summers can be wonderful, this one’s getting old. ~ Maybe it’s just a fantasy, thinking words will find their way. Maybe the fantasy’s over, of being joyous every day. ~ Peering up from my lap, I see the fog starting to clear. Though my paper is still blank, I know a story’s near. ~ My eyes now wide open, my pencil’s sharp and new. Optimistically I scribble a word, the clouds now but few. ~ One word turns to another, a third leads to a line. Verses soon will follow, and again the day is mine. ~ I’m glad this patchwork is over. And I’m sure that you are too. I’m thankful for your time today, my inspiration being you.
In these changing times, minds cannot stay still. Violence spreads like wildfire, testing our strength and will. ~ Thought’s our only guide, misguided we are lost. Shooting from the hip, destruction is the cost. ~ Love is shared by all, hearts beat their choice. Hate is the divider, drowning out our voice. ~ High upon a tightrope, this world can feel small. Balance is required, the option is we fall.
While riding today on my swing, I heard a song and started to sing. It’s an outside song, inside not heard, beetles clicking with a chirping bird. * In the wood wind blows through the trees. Back-up came from the buzzing bees. Keeping the beat atop a log, bass was played by a croaking frog. * My little dog barked but not too loud. My kitty cat danced and meowed. It’s nature’s band and I will sing, soaring high on my backyard swing.
There’s little more pleasant than a summer breeze,
cooling the senses, sure to please.
Bliss is felt across our skin.
The sun is falling. Let the starlight begin.
A breeze will blow this fog away, as the blue awaits the gray. The morning’s cool, the air is moist. The sun’s “Good Morning” yet to be voiced. ~ Time will pass and the heat will rise. The day will brighten before my eyes. There’s much to do before I sleep. The reasons are many for me to weep. ~ Summer’s now underway. And this world needs a better day. Violence and sickness pervade the news. Humans all, we’re paying our dues. ~ With tensions high and spirits low, to survive we all must grow. Neighbors are we, we all share a goal; to live and love with mind, body and soul. ~ The summer’s long and just begun. If the world ablaze nothing’s won. Come the fall we’ll have our say, when the blue outshines the gray.
The air finally cooling, a breeze saunters by.
The sun paints gloriously today’s goodnight sky.
A masterpiece of calm, a moment that is few.
A dusk of pure perfection, if I to be with you.
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