leap year shmeap year

leap day shmeap day
now i heard it all
at my age,
no can jump...
so i guess
i wait
for fall.☻☺

life...a new

life, a new
the quiet,
profound miracle
that brings us here
takes us away.
and carries on♥

birds, bees, bugs, bats and butterflys

how i love those
on the wing.
music in flight
magical
things.
rumors of fancy,
imaginations
that soar.
thoughts that wonder
and ponder...
searching for more.

if life

if life were a piece of cake
a slice of humble pie
a series of steps
that seem to fly
by.
a montage of moments
old and new
seen clearly or clouded.
as they fade from view.
a collection of sometimes
someones who.
if by love we reasoned.
so much more
to do.

at times

at times so tired.
so overwhelmed.
it seems like
confusion is
at the helm.
when we think
that life has given
us short shrift,
but  we are
still in it...
the ultimate
gift.

pile

he sat in a pile
of his own
regrets.
hoarded and
not forgotten,
yet.
the question
he asked
still remains,
in spite of what
he knows,
why does he
do things
the
same.

grows

where kindness dwells
and compassion
is heard.
and so it grows
without a
single
word.

she floats serene

she floats serene,
in dreamtime
captured
often like clouds
fresh from
the rains.

namaste love and light

namaste.
love and light.
peace-filled days
and blissful
nights.

in the dark descent

in the dark descent.
when by sadness
enshrouded.
there are blessings
to be counted
in the honesty
and love
of your face.

penny pangolin...repost...saturday february 20 is world pangolin day

penny pangolin
and her little one
need us or their
lives will be
undone.
let us stand with
these magical
creatures
and the blessings
that they be.
the world would be
a sadder place
without their
precious company.

pretty pangolin

Do you know me
I am a pangolin
I try to survive
My numbers getting thin
People eat my babies
Take my home from me
Can you help stop
This misery?

very tasse

There are truth seekers
And those who choose
To deny.
Seems there is a
Bigger price to pay
For honesty then
For telling a lie.

we are the ones

♥we are the ones who
are differently abled
but our hearts are
without a flaw.
we are the ones
without our sight,
our hearing
or perhaps missing
feathers, or
a leg and paw.
we are the ones
who time has
taken
into its bittersweet fold.
we are the ones,
sometimes forsaken.
because we are
not perfect
or we are old.
yet love we do
without conditions
and with a world
of glee,
so will you take us
will you grace us
with your loving, kind
company♥

circus berserkus

Circus berserkus

the circus is in town, what do you see?
as i look out at you, and you look in at me
do you see me as a large, roaring captive toy,
or do you look into my eyes, just know pain, no joy.
do you giggle and point as you mill around my cage,
in my terror annoint as i seethe in rage.
do you not understand that my roar is a shout:
open up the cage door and let me out

so be a rose

so be a rose
a mystery to
unravel,
her secrets
the aroma of
sweet imaginings.

beneath

a tempest of swirling colors.
beneath this outer shell.
perhaps not just soft
beauty,
but personal hell

those quiet

be still the silence
the quiet

broken by
the moments
not yet recorded
on her inner
landscape.

lullsville

will peace ever be more
than just a lull
between the
wars.

snowdog smiles

she lives in a world of
snowdog smiles
flower pawprints
that is her style.
this is where
she chooses to
go.
when life makes it
not worth her while
to "grow".

isn't it groovy to be a blue footed booby

isn't it groovy to
be a blue footed booby.
so happy as can be.
with sun that shines
in notes of C
and clouds that
surround
in harmony.

if life could be measured

if life could be measured
by weights and scales,
those tangible calibrations
could never measure
up to the
love you
have brought to
my life.

snowtree

snowtree stands tall
between the beauty
of that, created
by other than man
and the chaos
that man's presence
has
created.

politricks as usual

they cheat they lie
they sometimes steal
people seem to think
this is no big deal.
that this is what
politicians do.
and we should just
accept this fact
as true.
the banality of the
jaded
mindset
the cynicism
of the unwise.
perhaps this was
always a part of
human history,
she sadly
surmised.

wonderwall in winterwhite

wonderwall in winterwhite
to look at,
so pretty...
to navigate,
a fright.

lossed

what of the ideals known as
woodstock nation,
which turned out to
be no more than
a

trendy sensation.

i had a dream that i could fly

i had a dream that i could fly
oh how i wish that were true
exhilarating,
yes,
said i,
from places
i never
knew.

beakybirds in black and white

we fill in the lines
color the shades.
time does wear on,
but the love
never fades.