flat top

flat top brings thoughts of home,

hiked as a child,

avoiding the snakes and the cactus,

the top reached,

and time continued on.

the river thru trees

the river thru trees,

old and gray,

guardians,

dying with age,

the river left,

unprotected.

to walk in my shoes

to walk in my shoes,

hard to do,

when the mind and thoughts,

remind unknown.

yellow and red

the colors together,

yellow and red,

jump off the page at me,

the blues and greens,

hardly seen,

through tired eyes.

flowers

flowers or weeds,

who can tell,

depends on the mood,

and the light in the soul.

the river seen through the pickup window

the river seen through a pickup window,

from the road that leads to the bridge,

the river,

the border of my serenity,

prayers

prayers said,

on my knees,

prayers consisting of praise,

and thanksgiving.

colors seen

colors seen,

with eyes closed,

painted on the paper,

for all to see.

blue and green

blue and green,

the only colors available,

the only colors used.

wide eyed

wide eyed,

but the joke on us,

nothing to see here.

red flowers

red flowers in a vase,

against a backdrop of blue,

ordinary in a way.

battling the giant

the man in the lower left corner,

battling the giant insect,

unafraid,

heroic brave.

rolling

balls of red,

roll across the page,

hoping for serenity,

and secure,

away from view.

souls

souls in route,

between heaven and earth,

highways full,

the traffic both ways.

heart of a lion

heart of a lion,

or face of a monkey,

a painting of the wild,

and free.

lines of yellow

lines of yellow,

over colors of red and blue,

and green too.

Christmas tree

early Christmas,

for those who can not wait,

a Christmas tree,

with ornaments,

red and blue.

colors

dabs of colors,

a pretty sight,

understood,

by very few.

river runs

rivers runs through the ranch,

life giving,

both body and soul.

Red Rocks

red rocks,

by a river of blue,

beautiful,

but where are the trees of green.

Christ on the cross

Christ on the cross,

symbolic of the love given,

and the burden carried,

loving everyone,

willing to believe.

Dismal from the highway

dismal from the highway,

not the view,

but the river,

misnamed,

dismal it is not,

maybe River Solitude.

Red flowers

red flowers tower to the sky,

beautiful in a comforting sort a way,

soon to die,

in the winter cold,

so enjoy them on this Autumn day.

a blue rabbit

a blue rabbit,

and maybe a horse,

unsure of the reasons  why,

red and blue on white

flowers,

or only colors,

hard to decide,

pretty in either case.

a painting

a painting seen,

and described as looking like stained glass,

the artist did not know,

who only saw colors on canvas.

a dream

a dream,

muddled and confused,

scary thoughts,

but not as scary as losing the process of thought.

flowers in a vase

flowers in a vase,

growing wild on the prairie,

now captured,

and imprisoned in a vase.

the river bend

the river bends,

and twists,

and turns,

a snake looking to escape these hills of sand.

the face

the face seen,

and remembered,

but from where?

and whom does it belong to?