Tiny Ruby Throat,
hasty gardener in flight.
Mockingbird greets dusk.
Browsing Category Poetry
Lost in Love
How do you find comfort in wanting,
possibly wanting what you cannot have?
Or, maybe you can “have” –
although the odds look slim at the moment.
Soul Mate
A soul mate is someone I can be quiet with,
listen to the birds with, in appreciation of their songs.
Someone who enjoys a still mountain breeze,
without having to comment.
Happiness
Happiness is cool breeze of ocean’s bliss.
It is a warm spot in the sand.
Happiness is the lull of the waves
gently pounding and then retreating.
Light
Ah, Light.
The warmth and beauty of a brightness of being.
Light invigorates me,
it instills hope into my daily routine.
Light feeds my soul.
Old Souls
Ode to a Flower, Part 2
Most sublime is nature’s wonder
Greeting visitors who flutter and hover
Fine friends keeping fine company.