Poem: Peaceful World 


It seems a peaceful world 

with rabbit clouds gazing

and mockingbirds singing

crisp hymnals

It seems a peaceful world 

as the lime green 

endorfin drenched runner

appears happy to be done 

And the leaves

blow harmony 

to the gentle fingers of wind

It seems a peaceful world 

as the golden melt

of the pouring sun

slips down on

waiting waters

glazing it with riches

Yes

It seems a peaceful world 

as it wakes

again 

ready to start 

anew

Wake Up!


As the sun rises and we rise with it, how can we remember to be grateful that we did? With all the things to pull us down and make us feel blue, at least we are here, breathing and walking this earth of ours. 

We can choose to wake up and see the stuff that bugs us, or try really hard to look for the good, even when it seems like there isn’t much. And if you have an extra abundance of good, be sure to share it, especially with someone who might not have any. Look around because those people are everywhere. 

Some day you may be one of them and will be grateful for the kindness. We are all connected so everything we will ripple through the Universe and come back around. Good or bad. Might as well been good. 

So let’s greet the sun! Give our blessings and try to help out someone else. We can all beat the negative together. 

Poem: Spokes 


Wheel of sun

spinning above 

to roll through existence 

hot and heaving 

bringing  life to the brim

Crawling upon edges 

grasping for cracks

Keep driving electric

your blazing bright light 

down below it moves us

now upright and grown

Don’t let go 

the honor 

For we will scatter 

and hide 

in the shadows of your 

Spokes

Amazing Beauty 


Sometimes the beauty of the world is so apparent. It hits us straight on usually when we need it most. 

In its silent wonder, it communicates more than most words ever could. And in times when we may long for those words of comfort, nature will speak its bounty. 

Those of us who spend most of our time alone, use nature as a partner. It is our go to comrade in times of trouble or sadness–the soothing scenes ease our souls. 

And in times of joy, nature becomes the dance partner twirling us around as we soak in the scenery. 

Few souls can’t be tamed by its mystery and glory. From the tiniest insect to the grandest mountain–each can move a human. 

Those trapped within concrete and cities have become robots. Their angst is palpable because they have forgotten to look. As we lose our natural areas, man becomes lost also.

So that is why we must always remember to preserve these places. As they die off, so do we. As species continue to disappear, the web that we are a part of weakens. 

This means wherever we are, we must keep looking for the beauty around us. It is everywhere! And it our job to find it, appreciate it and preserve it so others will enjoy it too.