the call of the wild

Is it the howl of a wolf?

Not all the time

Today it was a summer morning concert

melodic music filled the air

The cardinals sang from the trees

A chorus of song filled the newly beginning day

Is it a sound?

Not all the time

At dawn, it was the sunlight spreading across the land

The alarm for all of nature

Wake up, fly through the air, begin your day

Can we feel it?

Sometimes

A soft breeze gently pushes the leaves into dancing waves

Gentle heat from the sun kisses my cheeks and all of my skin

My nose is tickled by the pollen in the summer air

Greetings from the wild

Enjoy the wild

Relish in its gifts to us all

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Winter Makes Me Nostalgic

The sun’s angle creates a dimness to my eye

A pink hue paints the sky

The snow glistens in Winter’s obscurity

Causing the cold to permeate the darkness with an odd security

On the snow covered fields, small animals prance

Leafless trees are almost transparent at first glance

The white in the darkness blankets the landscape

Nostalgia emerges among the cold, crisp air to take shape.

Chapter 2023

Turn the page on your next chapter

Don’t change; evolve

Crawl out of your personal sludge

If tears are shed, turn another page

Relish in what grows smiles

Push a boulder to close your cave

Emerge from your own shadows

Into the sunshine of chapter next

Look back only when you need to refuel

When the tank is running low, turn yet another page

Don’t let this chapter end unfinished or too soon

Zuzu’s Petals

A reminder of love when hope is lost

A childish behavior at times works our nerves

But when we need to find our way back

We long, we cry, we agonize

Lost in the darkness of our darkness

Where are Zuzu’s petals?

A journey through despair with tinges of purpose

In the end, an epiphany on life, “I want to live again!

He answers with the dried,velvety legacy in your pocket

Morning Commute

The shadow overtakes the foliage like a painter’s brush blotting the darker hues in the pallet.

Blots of deep green run across the leaves as they reach for the train.

The train is an infant’s mother. Rocking and rocking.

Heads bob along.

The loud hums of the engine drown out the sounds of the city.

My eyes scan the the storefronts, the outdoor cafes, the strollers and dog walkers.

What is on their agenda for the day?

With whom are they meeting?

Are they strolling through this autumn day or following a daily routine.

Music plays through my earbuds

Thoughts of daily deadlines swirl through my mind.

The announcement reminds me of my approaching destination.

My day begins as I long await another unraveling story during my evening commute.

Line lifted: “she heard the whir of parrot wings” by Margarita Engle

We fight on…

50 years have been erased as some try to cancel “she

Will WE ever again be heard?

Yes! Our fight has been renewed, the

Message of our inequality will whir

Over and over, travel east to west, the sound of

Our voices will resemble a parrot

Our strength will give power to our traveling wings

In Memoriam of My Mother

Peonies of pink are a childhood foundation.

An angel who is not fueled by regulation

Treats and trinkets you lavished upon your every growing tribe

Remembering infinitesimal dates of others used to describe

Into generations your memory will take hold of

Children were the propeller of your love

I miss you daily while your photograph I gaze

Absence of you is my minotaur’s maze

Another poetic year has come to an end

We must say, “farewell and see you again”

I’m in awe of the talent that surrounds

Our infective adoration has lured many into our compound

Poetry is their medicine

Their cure

Their source of relief

A special place to express their disbelief

The power of words is our artistry

Please join us in the uncharted seas of Poetry

A poem in honor of my poetry club as we end for the school year.

Sun’s Blush

Spring mornings, the sun blushes

The sky fills with her pink shimmer

She is Mother Nature’s beginner

Not only does she signal the start of my day

But also she announces the Earth to awaken

The tips of the branches have undertaken

The soil can no longer hold back the sprouts

However there remains some holdouts

They know Mother Nature changes her mind

In April she is temperamental

Yet this early Spring tease is transcendental

Benefits

Opportunity stretches

between the ages and beyond

A Centerpiece

An Ambassador

A Student

of life

no restrictions to their encounters

Their heritage fosters memories

A lifetime transforms

us all

This poem was written from a blackout poem. All words were borrowed from a magazine article.