Just so you know, I lied about my weight on my poetic license.
Creativity Journal
Anticipation
It’s peeking round the corner
Playing hide and seek
I see its icy fingers
A frost’d rosy cheek
Days fall ever shorter
Autumn’s air is chilling
Warmth no longer lingers
Wild things are stilling
Wordcloth
An author, behind his words, is naked.
Vernal ode to euphony
nests bustling in leafy trees
eggs cracking open tenderly
vernal music on the breeze
excitement buzzing busily
tree roots drinking merrily
underground working tirelessly
restless flowers pacing weeds
manufacturing aromatherapies
reds purples yellows greens
poppies blooming endlessly!
WILD’ness
WILD
is beautiful
wild is free —
wilderness is not
an empty canvas
for Man to do
what he will —
wilderness is
an already full canvas
painted by God
It’s staggering
Evolution: that last step was a doozy!
Looking forward
If winter wrote an autobiography, it would be mostly about the spring.
Glorious
imagine how many glorious winters and springs
the stars from their celestial perches have seen—
Explanatory
LIFE
is an artist insane
painting his way
with the world…
Segue
Joyfully spring from the last breaths of summer and gracefully fall
Morning armor
Coffee makes me invincible. But when the cup is empty, I return to mere mortal.
Spirited
Taste just a sliver of courage and it’s hard to go back to fear.
Venerable
Autumn is Spring turned antique.