morning greets me with a pink smear across the sky
As the sun glows on the horizon
Golden hues
pale blues
Slate grays
Are all added to the canvas
The winter tree tops appear as foggy ghosts, blurring the landscape
In the chilly air, I feel the presence of love
It fills the emptiness in my heart
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.
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.
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
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.
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
Poetry 