Between a Rock and a Hard Place
I have to make a selection.
Go in the right direction.
Pick one despite its imperfections.
One with which I feel a connection.
I will have no retrospections.
Between a Rock and a Hard Place
I have to make a selection.
Go in the right direction.
Pick one despite its imperfections.
One with which I feel a connection.
I will have no retrospections.
At Ease
Red-winged blackbird
flies down, but chooses
to sit above the ground.
Holds on to a dried out stem.
Sways a little in the breeze.
Still seems to be at ease.
The Sedum
The sedum sits
in the garden.
It is bright green
and stands up straight.
New buds grow.
Other plants look beat,
but the sedum doesn't overheat.
Barriers
get in my way.
Pop up in different places
from day to day.
Some disrupt my plans.
Others are easy to get around.
The best are the ones
that send me in
a new direction.
Something New in the Park
There's something new
in the park!
I take in its
coloring and markings.
Its build and
the way it moves.
I watch it search for food.
Its stillness and focus.
Then, the quickness of its strike.
I hesitate to leave
though I have learned
much firsthand.
When there's something new
in the park,
I don't want my visit to end.
Stop by the Water
I stop by the water.
Sit down to rest.
Study the reflections.
I like the wigglers the best.
Acknowledge the swimmers and flyers
as they come and go.
When I stop by the water,
I feel right at home.
When the Sky Falls
When the sky falls,
I try to hold on to hope.
Feel what I need to feel.
Accept what I'm
going through is real.
Reflect on the sun.
Watch for it to get in position
to pick up the sky and me.
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Tree Art
Tree art catches my eye
though it sits up high.
Leaves come together
to create an interesting figure.
The piece is wired naturally.
No one knows how long
the exhibition will last.
Different Changes
Changes may be seasonal.
Somethings I anticipate.
Can't wait for them to happen.
Feel great when they do.
Changes may be random.
Sudden and saddening
to the point of being maddening.
Things I never want to experience again,
but I know that I will.