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.
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
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
Luck comes in Varieties
To some it’s a winning Ticket
Yet to others, the reward may merely be a smile
Perhaps a simple Bloom
or the entire Bouquet
Windfalls may be measured by
a full plate
a roof
a thick wallet
a satisfied heart
No matter your sum
Count your blessing Victoriously
my senses are a time machine
they lasso me back to the 80’s
to my childhood
whether it is a summer morning
lit up with bright sunshine
being serenaded by the cardinals’ melodies
I am sent back to summer break riding my bike to the pool
or an October evening with an Autumn breeze as warm as June
my footsteps crunching down the block
I am sent back and a smile grows across my face.
Now, it is the fireplace aroma grabbing me
with lightening speed back to winter break
sledding in frigid air on metal disks
and the late afternoon dim light
I see the tiny white lights on the trees
lined down the village streets
the warmth of this memory hugs me
my bank is full
it is almost bursting at the hinges
my senses are the combination that unlocks my safe
its contents remind me
life is good!
A dull golden crown surrounds me
laying atop it, billowy pillowy clouds
the evolution of morning enflames the clouds in bursts of scarlet
as I drive, behind me the morning sky glows pink
it awaits the arrival of a new day
my path in front explodes with volcanic cumulus blanketing the eastern horizon
behind the eruption the glow of morning is pushing its way anew
Autumn is a baker who uses sprinkles
She generously adds her vibrant touches
A spray of bright red on the top
or a smattering of yellow dripping down the sides
her arborous cupcakes come in many shapes
The maples reach up to her to receive their colorful christening
The oaks drip down with hued leaves
Our eyes delight in the transformation of seasons
It is a pleasure we embrace before the bakery is empty
Winter will soon arrive and spraypaint her colorless glitter
Poetry 