Feeding squirrels
I’m reminded
How clever nature is
And how clever
I am not.
Monthly Archives: March 2021
Coward
I am, it seems
A coward
To my own fate
Except when
A bumper sticker
Tells me different
And not to believe
Everything I think.
The Boys Who Left Town
There was no hope for us then
We were already too far gone
Gone from where? Neither could tell
But going gone, regardless.
Spring
Watching bees
Grass is green
Spring is here
Spring flowers
Now with the Ides of March gone
There lies only dead leaves
Dead fruit, dead doves
And Spring flowers.
No reason, No pain
I don’t mean to sound defeated
It just always hurt to try
Knowing there’s no meaning
In waiting out the night,
So I take my lashes willing
Under this starry sky
Knowing there’s no reason
Or pain to justify
Her Beauty Unfolds
How lively and cruel
Mother Nature can be
How honest her birds
Who chirp Chickadee
Her hawk soars majestic
Through winds over sea
Her beauty unfolds
Without you or me
Many Monsters
So it’s back to the mountain
Where monsters go not to die
But to live among the many
A Separate Peace
All we get
In the end is
Our own
Separate Peace.
Picking Petals
Strange,
to only feel necessary
when you aren’t any longer.
Words Of An Average White Male 