Scattered about you,
if you are slow and steady,
are feasts for the eyes.
Pause and notice
Tag: poetry
Almost gone
Under a green wave,
hidden and nearly submerged,
are summertime blues.
Process is progress
Summer to autumn—
transition is natural,
just as human life.
Unrealistic reality
Who but the demon
would nurture stereotypes,
of men and women?
I do,
Smiling all the way,
flanked by the bliss of nature—
walking down the aisle.
