Windows

Poetry is about expressing the traditional in a new way. Here is my twist on an old adage.

Windows

Look into my windows.
What do you see?
Sometimes the windows
are bright and shiny,
allowing a clear view.
Sometimes they are tinted,
keeping you from looking in
while I look out.
Sometimes they are closed,
blocking the view completely.
Look into my windows.
Maybe one day,
I will let you
see my soul.

Camera Shy

I planted a garden in memory of my sister that is supposed to attract butterflies. I have had a couple of beautiful visitors in my yard. I seem to be very attentive to their appearance whenever I am outside.

Camera Shy

Shy butterfly,
won't you
sit for me?
Stop zigging
and zagging,
dipping but
not lighting.
No, your
air show
continues.
You refuse
capture, even
by a lens.