Poems

The written way to share insight and wisdom; from others and me, covering an infinite subject range – equality, nature, acceptance.

2.21p Saturday

Yes.
It’s one of those many times,
Many moments that sat, Stay
Here amongst its breeze, appreciate the trees
Even the highway sounds
 alongside the birdsong.
Thank you, Dear
For being here.
You move me so

even when I’m just sitting in a chair as you muster around our little land.

#Sunday

ding of toaster. 
butter drag over toast.
hum of refrigerator.
sun out the window.
clicking of the clock.
coffee is the always.

2.38p Wednesday

This breeze comes and goes.
As does the dog,
And her glazey lazy smile.
Maybe a mother-nature designed love token,

To the humans who look at our dogs’ faces all day

She can’t ever answer me in English but if she could I would ask,

Dog, are you really smiling when your panting? Trying to cool down while showing me joy for the breeze?

Well thank you, if so.
It’s a nice compliment alongside the birds. The Wednesday’s cars. Comes and goes.