Hugs at the Door (day 569)

A comfy chair places me at home
Wrinkles that each tell a story
Smile back at me, or
Crease as I sit amongst the pillows

Memories float through the air
Of a time long gone now

It’s funny how we remember things
Like they were just yesterday
Sometimes the memories
Are built into photographs

Slightly raw on the edges
Handled for years

I think the biggest prize
Of all the nooks and crannies
That is found at home
Is in the heart that hugs me at the door

Winters Walk (day 537)

Cold winter’s setting in
Nights that bite, winds that snap
And an old dog that’s looking good
With a shiny coat thick and black
Friendly vigor as he rolls around the familiar path

Mismatched mitts, a warm winters tuke
And a scarf that wraps right around twice
M’neck’s nice and warm
My nose’s running fast
While my feet carry me home from a walk

Patrons (day 535)

We cross the landscape with skilled learning
Master artisans spend hours exemplifying
History teaches the little nuances of technicality
The subtle lines that weave in and out
Outlining [art] history books and large frescoes
That fill the minds of sleeping popes
And battling heroes that grace the walls
Of far off chapels and majestic temples
With sculptures that raise the hair
On the back of your neck as you gaze in wonder
Upward, towards the sky and beating sun
That pluralizes the definition of beauty
Nature, natural landscapes with perspective
And projections who Patrons can feel
They are deserved of glory within
The definition of beauty itself
Standing naked beside the patron saint
Who makes everything make sense.

Senses (day 533)

Thank you for the breath that I breathe
For the grass that grows green
And then dies in the fall

Thank you for the eyes that give me color
Shades of the rainbow from the sun
And white from the cold

Thank you for the smell from my nose
Fresh turkey from the oven
And wet paint on a canvas

Thank you for the strength in my bones
That lead me into tomorrow
With every step that I take

Thank you for the touch at my fingertips
Dancing happily over exposed skin
Searching blindly in the dark

Thank you for the thought that I think
Setting my plans and my goals
And being blessed with love in my heart

Sand (day 506)

I rolled in the sand today
Grinding my open wounds and sins
Together with the ancient bones
Dusting this light brown shore

It felt good, alone with the sand
Letting it tangle my hair
Frump up my conscience
Let free my deep breath of elation

I saw a seagull close by
It watched me in amazement
As I’ve watched it before
Seemingly unaware we both have life

Little crabs scurried away
The noise and vibrations to much to take
Water lapped at my sandy toes
Sun kissing my closed eyes

And then I sat up
Reached out for my lovers hand
Clean and refreshed we tangled in bliss
Moonlight came as we saved a kissed

Trod (day 482)

It seems like Ive been wandering
Through towns that make no sense to me
But the names come and go by quick
As the time does pass my way
But here and there I meet a face
Who calls at my soul to clear
And then in my time I shout and laugh
With a man who has shared his food with thine
While quickly as I trod about here and there
I find out the neighborhoods that do call my name
I know what does interest such a soul as thee
To capture my imagination for future plans
But the strangest of things happen when out all alone
When I’m much to far past the places I know
A certain force does take over, a whim and a will
Something that leads me on forth
And with this dear force that bites at my heels
I do not tarry long at much distress
For all that I see, and all that does come
Makes my mind at ease as I trod