Darkness’ delight
Another night’s gracefulness
Dreams drip from streetlights
The streetlight flickers, the night offers grace, offers sanctuary. !
Pursuing Progress
the sky growing dim
birds still singing out their work
I watch the clouds blur
freshest morning light
brightening the clouds at dawn
puddles of songbirds
Watching dawn move on a cloudy morning, light comes through the clouds slowly, gently. The firs brighten, birds wake, yet humanity’s quiet.
The world still convulses, desperate for justice. A new day, an opportunity for change, for hope, for peace.
empty, hollow words
unable to find healing
trust that’s been trampled
human reflexes
to inflict pain upon those
we believe hurt us
A cycle of destruction that threatens to consume us all.
rain atop the roof
calm, staccato memories
droplets of moonbeams
fresh spring rains
glistening sunlight
bees hidden