Spring and summer
are so close, I can taste them both
leaves green with hope
so few I can still see through them
and watch the trains
Tag: micropoetry
Don’t let the birds be liars
chirping to me
of fancy, and
Oh, I do love (does anyone
still believe in)
stardust
my mind wandering
in this soft morning moment
treasured for its ease
The sun on my back
and yesterday
is miles away, or
kilometers, if
you sway that way.
Joy, in a squirrel on my porch
Love, in a friend’s family
after death
peace, when I pray
O Father, thank you
Weather report:
It rained all night, then
the sun came out
bright
then it rained while it shined
and stopped again
leaving us looking for rainbows
as the phone rang
leaving dark clouds
to hang there.
She is gone.
A morning on my own
In my warm kitchen
peeling hard-cooked eggs
with background music
of Satie and snow plows
and my refrigerator running
The toast pops up, with
salt and pepper sprinkles
and too much thought
second-guessing my decisions
then letting go
of what I cannot control
Are You Thrilled 
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