A Little Mess Was Made

by | May 2, 2018 | Poetry

A little mess was made And yet the consequences Were not staged They came in rolling waves Bringing pain Then peace Breaking on the cheek Grinding all the way To aching, hurtful feet Not sure what to do Comfort, scold or let be, let do The consequences When A little...

Birds Singing

by | Jun 20, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry

Birds singing in a far tree Silent sun’s rays breaking thru hovering Bee doesn’t know you or me. Tree leans to the sun as squirrels Scurry, gathering keys Unlocking nothing for chipmunks scold Cussing unknown foe hiding Waiting for them to go. Spring day...