Bright golden sunlight
Makes the yard look like summer.
The warmth is a lie.
Category Archives: Poetry
Bright, Sunny Winter Day
Life Is Roses
They say that life is roses,
And it’s truer than they know.
It takes lots of time and trouble
To make a rosebush grow.
There are bugs that like to eat them.
They’re picky about their soil.
The wrong amount of light or water
Can ruin all your work and toil.
And even if you keep them living,
That doesn’t mean that they will bloom.
A scraggly coil of thorns and leaves
Is a rose without perfume.
But if you spray and snip and fertilize
And fortune favors you.
You may be gifted with some gorgeous blossoms
That last a week or two.
Tomorrow
“Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow,”
We sing the refrain
‘Til there are no tomorrows,
And we’re out of todays.
Dreams Woken by Daylight
Slowly, the night fades,
And dreams woken by daylight
Disappear like stars.
Proximity
Successes too far past to count
Failures too close to forget
Goals like rainbows overhead:
Glowing hope and regret.
The Hot Air Man
I can only sit and sigh –
It seems the hot air man’s come by.
For all he talks of this and that,
It amazes me he isn’t flat.
A New Goal
A new goal, I hope unsolicited,
For people I’ve recently visited.
The ambition goes something this way:
That their happiness when I arrive
Be bigger and less contrived
Than their joy when I go away.
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