Thursday, September 14, 2017

Sad and Beautiful

There was something sad and beautiful in the evening sky as I drove home tonight. Two flocks of birds darted fluently in the sky, and then became one flock, then back to two again. The cause of all this movement was a hawk trying to penetrate the shield that the birds became in order to protect whatever bird the hawk was after. It was amazing to see. First, above me out the front window, then getting smaller and smaller in the rear view mirror, as I kept driving.
It was sad to think a bird might lose it's life.
It was beautiful to see the birds working together, protecting each other, and fighting for each other with everything that they had.
I never saw the ending of the story. But, to me the real story is how they came together and worked as one. A beautiful scene of birds that I can't and don't want to get out of my head.

Monday, August 21, 2017

A Breath or Two

The earth was silent,
Just a moment,
Even the birds watched,
Without a sound,
In only a breath or two,
The sun, The moon, stars
One together,
Another breath,
Then, gone too soon.

Friday, August 18, 2017

Even Angels

Heaven must be watching me and you,
Cause even angels need something to do

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Night Bird

I've been pulling several all nighters this summer, not really by choice. I wrote this little poem one night in the wee hours to vent my frustration. And yes, it was an all nighter last night.
Tired - Ramon Casas

She is a night bird,
Awake all eventide,
Until the morning 
Lark song,
Is heard at dawn.


Wednesday, June 14, 2017


Sweetest June holds me captive in her hands, and the reverie she brings me blooms to over brimming

Thursday, June 8, 2017

I Have to Please Myself, So I Do

I've come to the conclusion that others may not necessarily see me the same way I see myself, and that is okay. This is a consequence that introverts must take because they are quiet and keep their beautiful thoughts and actions to themselves most of the time.
I know who I am inside and what my own beautiful thoughts are, and that I am capable of beautiful actions, when I want to. Sometimes it is more important for me to reverie instead of doing the things that others deem of high importance. I have to please myself first of all, and so I do. I'm sure there are other consequences of being an introvert, and maybe you understand my little early morning rant.

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Wilde and Free

Source ~
Wilde and free,
That is me.
The river,
The wind,
The air,
Alive in me.
Adorn my wings,
Like jewels to see,
Wild and free,
In me.