Full Moon

What is this restlessness that disturbs my sleep?
An inner tide tugging in all directions.
I open my eyes to a light filled room, though it is not yet morning.
I rise from my bed and peek through the slats of the blinds.
My breath catches in my throat, as I behold a most spectacular sight;
A full moon winking at me through a shroud of wispy clouds.

The Marsh

Moments may be harsh;
Though there is nothing but joy;
Gazing at the marsh.

Help

How can I help you?
Cope with the pain;
Deal with the grief;
Live with the loss.

How can I help you?
Seek out alternatives;
Find some joy:
Wear a smile.

How can I help them?
Put food on the table;
Have cash in their pockets;
Find shelter and security.

How can I help us?
Change the trajectory;
Emanate kindness;
Protect our environment.

How can I help?
Now that I’m weary;
Defeated and powerless;
Maybe it is I who needs help.

Meet The Owl

When you think of an owl, what do you see?
A large bird with big eyes, perched in a tree?
But do you know that all owls are not the same size,
And the places they live may be quite the surprise.
A burrowing owl that lives underground;
A hole in a cactus may an owl be found.
There’s a Pygmy-Owl only 6 inches tall;
And the Blakiston’s Fish Owl, the biggest of all.
There are owls in barns and owls in caves,
In forests and deserts and grassy plains.
So now let your imagination run free,
When you think of the places an owl may be.
Listen to poem.

Riddles In The Clouds

The clearest blue sky;
Radiates lucidity.
Riddles hide in clouds.

Web

Only a thin filament holds us together;
Yet its durability is evident;
It stretches to unimaginable lengths;
Spanning continents, time and space.
It divides in all directions;
Binding all living beings;
Providing strength and protection.
At times the filament breaks;
Leaving some dangling.
Sometimes the filament winds itself round and round, 
Smothering those it can no longer support.
There is no escaping it;
As without it there is no existence.

In The Shower

This is my happy place.
Feel the warm water cascading around me,
As my mind takes me to magical places;
Planning for the future;
The creative juices flowing.
I must turn the water off,
But it feels so good in here,
So relaxing, so peaceful.
Okay, off the water goes,
As I grab for my fluffy towel.
Wait, did I wash?

Bug Off

Don’t bug me today;
I am sick and insect-ious;
Pest me tomorrow.

A Waterfall

There are those that rain like a gentle shower;
Tickling the rocks that sleep below.
And those that spew with force unbridled;
Constructing chasms that cannot be crossed.
But no matter what the size or strength,
Each distinctive beauty is undeniable;
Relished in awe by the passerby.

Day and Night

The morning dawns a bright new day;
Full of energy, light and play;
Optimistic points of view;
A future well looked forward to.

As the day winds to a close;
The light begins to decompose;
And darkness starts to settle in;
Doubt and fear creep under the skin.

A fretful night of doom and gloom;
Until eyes open to a light filled room;
And a buoyant day begins again;
At least until night closes in.