Snow-Covered Trees
Just after a winter storm
The cold
White
Fingers
Call for us
"Come children,
Come play."
They whisper to us
With the wind
Then soft
Voices
Convince us
To climb
Only to die
January 5, 2003
Time
I celebrate each day
Each sun rising
Brings new hope
To live
The sun shining its
Light
Warms the earth
With joy
We go through
Life
So quick
Wondering where the time goes
I know
Where it disappears
You make it fade
You waste it
There's plenty of time
In life
But everyone complains
Why is that?
It's not its fault
It's yours
Trying to go
Too fast too soon
If time and space
And Earth and its elements
Can age without whining
Why can't you?
Rejoice and
Celebrate
Time's
Life
January 7, 2003
Snow-Covered Trees (Revised)
Just after a winter storm
The cold
White
Fingers
Call for us
"Come children,
Come play."
Beckoning
The icy trunks
Sparkle
How pretty
They seem like
Life-long
Friends
They whisper to us
With the wind
Their soft
Voices
Convince us to climb
Only to slip
And die
January 9, 2003
Celestial Playground
I could watch the sun
Rise a million times
And watch the sun set
A million times more
While stars twinkle
So far away
The suns come out to play
Far in outerspace
What are comets? you ask
Why they're nothing more
Than stars playing catch
With one another
Galaxies are just
The masses of stars
On a ground
Of space
What if, far out there,
There is a star
That mirrors
Each of us?
It thinks like you
Acts like you
Or, would it be
Like you used to
Childhood is filled
With so much happiness
And the feeling
That life will go on forever
For that is what a star is
For every child that grows up
And who refuses to believe
A new star is born
January 11/12, 2003
Fire Part 2
A campfire
So silently lives
In the middle
Of a clearing
The owner
Keeping it small
Tamed
A dog on a leash
Yawning, he stretches
And heads off to bed
Dozing
By the light of his fire
Making sure he is safe
The little blaze
So alone
Grows
Growing so big
Until the owner cannot control
For it didn't even
Make a sound
Engulfing the forest
It eats the wood
Until it is satisfied
To surrender to its enemy
January 14, 2003
Rhyme Time
I don't like rhyming
It makes everything happy
And we all know
Happiness
Is so overrated
Rhyming is not something
I enjoy
The feeling is
Childish or
Cute
It is also
So very difficult
To conjure
Unless of course
You're unusually gifted
January 21, 2003
Clouds
Whisps of smoke
Fly
But never seem
To disappear
Soft and fluffy
As pillows
Wet in reality
As a rain shower
They seem to
Float
But really
It is us who are spinning
How curious
That things
Look so different
From the ground
January 21, 2003
Gloves
Gloves are like the cold
Oh yes
They're much comfier
Keeping the warm
From escaping
But they numb
The feeling
Of touch
Gloves block out
Texture and solid
You feel like
Your hands have
Been amputated
The frostbite
Being too much
The only way
To overcome this sensation
Is to rip off
The bulky material
And flex the feeling back
January 22, 2003
Snow
In the night
Gently falling
Like salt
From a shaker
As soon as it lands
It seems to disappear
Melting away
Into the dusting on the ground
So cold
Under the snow
So binding
Like a prison
Looking up
Into the sky
It looks like
So many stars
So white
So pure
So soft
Like an angel in the clouds
January 24, 2003
Destinations
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