littlespring

littlespring
a joy to be,
in your pretty
company.

busytales

i have no time for sentiment
that would be my time,
misspent.
i have to forage well
and fast.
the light it fades.
and will not last.
the weather changes,
i do not complain.
my life is this
sun, snow or rain.
no i do not editorialize
i accept what is before
my eyes.

ahead

Ahead

We do not know what lies
Ahead of the trees
but we will face it together
as a family

the rode

from where it seems
the cars, like ants,
travel.
their courses
an infestation of barking
metal.

every

every little budding dream
can become a wish,
fulfilled

kind

if you think about it,
you will find
that the easiest
thing to be
is kind.

peace piece

if peace were a potion
lovely to drink,
peace would be everywhere,
don''t you
think.

hide do i

hide do i
a tree for me
to sit
and raise
a family
to look around
to fly away
hide do i
at least
today.

if perhaps by stars

if perhaps by stars
we could
change the badness
into good
make an ocean of joy
from a pool of
tears
if perhaps by stars
the sunlight
would hear.

snow, screen and green

snow screen and green
to juxtapose,
i suppose.

the nostalgia of snow

the nostalgia of snow
here where i grow

blue skies white buffalo...repost

blue skies white buffalo

blue skies
white buffalo
together on the
tapestry of mother
earth's
creations.
each shared breath,
a lifetime
spoken.

wallz

a wall bejeweled
with sweet splashes
of green
is still a wall,
after all.

backfrontback

you see my back
but to be blunt
i am looking forward
to what is in front.
but an eye i cast
to what
has
passed.

touch

for a moment
our bare branches
touched.
kissed by clouds
and blue sky

crop o the mornin to ya

crop o the morning to ya

orange you glad i stops
by to say
have a most wonderful weekend
and happy st patricks day.
may beakybites be a plenty
as well as poops on the floor.
and joys sentimenty
with those you
adores

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magic mikey!

lone lee

lone lee he sat
beneath the stripes
of branches on the wall
spring will come
soon he will not be
glum
a lady bird will answer
his call.

for one

for one
each moment
i found a reason
to

the world sits on the dashboard

the world sits on the dashboard
of our car.
it follow us,
wherever we are.

i perch

i perch upon the cars i see
in this garage that bustles
with metal
and
humanity.

so shines the sun

so shines the sun
not upon defeat
but upon the waking
moment
it soon shall
greet.

to think a dream

to think a dream
to dream a thinking
moment savored

zenspace

while taking a walk
i looked towards
the ground..
a zenspace waiting
to be
found.

icebear

would icebear be a nice bear
as he started to melt.
would he be philosophical
or bitter
about the hand he
was dealt.
would he seek out answers
that could not define
nor provide any solution
just trouble his mind.

gray parfait

tis a gray parfait
of a wintry
day.

puppyface

i am papa's next door neighbor
i owns the hall
being a dog is such fun
after all.

jigsaw red

jigsaw read
between the
lines,
instead.

warrior woman

every day is women's day
warrior woman

she lives her life
by her own rules
with an open heart
and zero tolerance
for fools.

widigepidgiewall

our meeting will now
come to order
as we all stand
on the border.
pigeon issues to
be discussed.
feel free to poop
if you must.

the way i fly

the way i fly
i look to see
(what was is gone)
only what
is in front of
me.

jurassicly

jurassic leaf
it is her belief
that imagination
is her station.

(sitting with plant on my lap while hubby driving home from plant store)

when she asks

when she asks
when she questions
that which so close
to her heart,
whispers
sweet
reply.

so gentle the rain

so gentle the rain
tiptap tiptapping
quenching the thirst
of leaves,
secretly
clapping.

namasteway

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