Spring colors

Surrounded by the colors of Spring, 

The artist’s brush responds 

With a resounding yes.

Rejuvenation

By the time I realize the azaleas are in bloom, 

Their petals are already starting to fall:

There’s nothing I can do to stop the flow of time.

But I trust and remember 

 That the rhodies will be the next to bloom:

I know that nature will rejuvenate.

But how can I trust 

That all these institutions we so carefully created 

Will survive this ruthless pruning?

Peaceful morning

Back at home in my favorite chair, 

Staring out at the morning light 

 Gracing the garden shed 

Framed by the darkening sky, 

The ancient stove, too heavy to move, 

The reflections of the flags, 

Waving in the breeze, 

And the pine cones suspended 

 From the branches of the eagle’s favorite tree,

 I am at peace, 

Ready to begin a new day.

Change is blowing in the wind

A strong wind is blowing, 

The red light is flashing, 

And the machinery for change 

Has been put in motion. 

The gaps are appearing: 

May the truth be made manifest 

 For all who’ve grown addicted 

To the lies and the fear.

Be led by the light

When trapped in fog, follow the light — 

And there will be a light, 

Placed precisely by those who’ve gone before, 

Where there’s the most danger, 

In order to guide you to safety. 

Some days, I think it might be our constitution.

The scents of spring

Someday soon, 

The weather will be dry enough 

For us to mow the lawn, 

But in the meantime we’ll just enjoy 

The gracious plumes of grass, 

The daffodils, the seagull, 

And the gentle scents of spring.

Another perspective

What may look solid, even overwhelming, 

When faced head on 

Might actually prove unsteady and vulnerable 

Viewed from another angle. 

Don’t give up hope:

Try seeking another perspective.