Faces

 

only globs of paint,

yet look closer,

see the eyes,

the faces,

are they animals, demons,

or just accidents,

and illusions of an active mind,

the answer unknown.

Morning Comes

 

A Walk in the Park

a walk in the park,

as fall nears,

beautiful and serene,

a place for renewal.

 

Sunrise by the River

Sunrise by the river,

my favorite place to be,

watching wildlife scurry to get a drink,

while the plant life reaches towards the sun,

with open arms.

 

Time

 

structures crumble,

time a stern master,

slowly wearing down,

the strongest of men,

the strongest of souls,

the deck stacked,

still  . . .play your cards the best you can,

time a cruel master.

flowers

flowers in the garden,

planted for people to see,

helping souls through impossible days,

so glorious until the first frost,

and times turn dark again,

no flowers in the garden,

for people to see.

    

Storm A Coming