how i see

how i see the world
where my living is done
do i find the time
perhaps there
is none.
or so i say
then fly
away.

we sit

we sit in silent
sunlit reverie
no thoughts
to contain
our harmony.

the little leaf

the little leaf,
its life suspended
as it waits to fall
now that summer
has ended.

the bee

the does not reconstruct
analyze
deconstruct
the bee does
what  it has to do.
a short, arduous existence
not punctuated by flights of
fancy...
purposeful
intentional

if a poem were like this flower

if a poem were like this flower,
exquisitely detailed in its simplicity.
a standard hard
to maintain.
perhaps a  glimpse of such
beauty is
not worth the
pain.
she asks herself,
perhaps
again.

trying

I begin to see what you mean to me
Although you did not want my company
I begin to see what i meant to you
A world of dreams that did not come true
Peace comes or does not on its
Own terms and in its own time
Though
Not as deliberate as this rhyme

garage eagles speakmore

from up here we see
your metal boxes
go by.
when we hear your sounds
up here,
we fly.
but if one of us
is slower
and moves, last,
can you be more careful
no need to drive
so fast!!!!