Rounded Rocks (day 2631)

Into a river my thoughts began
Rolling about rounded rocks
Like thunder crashing in the hills
I saw them swim away
Then my eyes began to drift
To the edge in shallow water
Reeds of various lengths abound
Floating happily amidst the mirth
Bubbles emerged from deep within
Darkness shadowed far regions
And to my mind, tranquility
A smile to my lips did return.

Great Departure (day 2630)

Watched a blue sky tonight
Float away into dust
With starlight making it’s entrance
While sunlight rusted on
Carrying a short winged bird
Off into thy nether woods
Calling ahead to share
Evenings bounty, a full gathering
And though I worked long hard hours
Though I toiled away the day
Coming dusk soothed thy bones
A pleasant surrender thus I depart

Garden of a Feast (day 2629)

I found you in a golden garden
One stacked high with perennials
One that flowed with vibrancy
– Spring was settling in.

You found me in the old archives
Ink upon paper written long ago
Notably of some used hardware
None found though plenty had been spared.

Through spells we found each other growing
As tomatoes upon the vine
Spring now Summer in swollen pride
Ripened enough for a feast.

Gardening (day 2625)

Gardening is for lovers
It is not for somebody who hates the world,
Cant stand to wait
Intermingling with chaos
In a fabric of life.
Gardening is for those who see the world,
Smell the sun,
Walk around with silent footsteps
To not scare the birds
Who sing so beautifully
For worms beneath the earth.
Gardening is for those who feel the wind,
A sweet summer lustre
Mixed with tobacco falsettos
Amongst little poplars.
Gardening is for the lovers
Who sit down side by side
And smile amidst sunflowers and cabbage
Like the silty loam soil
Made them to be.

Toad Flick (day 2624)

I woke into a spidery mess
One that had me sweat and curl;
A toad flick had me by the mind
A rat nip had me by the hand.
And just as truth began to clear
Fog of night’s disguise,
A noise to my right made me
Start in pause a moment more.
For a dog of mine own friendship
Winked at me in patience;
Morning’s routine to begin
Commencement of a day.

Small Places (day 2619)

I want to find love in the smallest of places
I have always hoped it would hit me
Square

It doesn’t it wont.

It tickles me when I’m ready and tries me when I’m not
It challenges me as if I forgot to bookmark
And I dont care if I reread pages
It’s a good book that was handed to me
By a friend I have always known well
And haven’t seen in a long time.

This is not sadness
This is scanning the CB radio for anything that’s not static
This is singing to trees and a dog
This is a thought while sitting in meditation
Along a river that’s as perfect as I could ever dream love to be.

And with raindrops comes new growth
And with hello comes a goodbye
That doesn’t have to stay long
Because memory is a uncontrollable gift
We each get a chance to retrace
Though shall never lead to the perfect day
But make vision in our hands
Clear as the sky we look upon.

Not Yet Done (day 2594)

I woke up to the sounds
Of a dog barking
Like a million dollar sports car.
The blue sky was making its entrance
To the brisk morning chill,
Slight pink,
And wooden planks reminded me
My work is not yet done.
So I stretch my eager muscles
Give the dog his food
And make my way for morning porridge.