signals mixed or weather as metaphor

sun your warm grace
smiles on my face
for this i linger on.
but winters dread
is inside my head
and soon will
sit upon.
signals mixed
the promise
of spring,
but soon you will
send me
that other
thing.

some

some will stay
some will go
so will understand
some will never know.
some will respond
some with questions
rhetorical.
some will think
nothing planned.
some will live,
categorical.
some will choose
love paths
to follow
others will take
the harsh road.
while those who
love will find joy,
those who hate
will be crushed
under hate's
load.

far

we are never far
from how close
we are.

the haze of summer

the haze of summer
warm memories
etched in winter's
cold.

wrap yourself

wrap yourself in a world of love.
by heartaches never be depleted
look upon each day,
in your own special way,
with your spirit,
undefeated.

parrots for peace repost

parrots for peace.
no war,
no more.
no hate.
for love
we wait.
before it
is too late.

by ego, tripped

and when the shadows come

you watch your light begin
to fade,
do you find yourself marching solo
in your own parade.