Running from your strife Consumes your very life There’s no end in sight Weak and on your knees Your life of agony No solace you can see He’s coming faster now You really don’t know how He’s always on your tail He hunts you every…

It’s easy to miss Those little things Lost in our busy world We often cannot see The squirrel on a tree Bright eyed, busy tailed Foraging all around Busy with its own existence And I wonder in bewilderment How are we all that different?

This morning There is an unreasonable chill Cut blooming fire roses left on the ground last night’s offering On the longest day   The bar flies have flown away to slumber off the revelry and In a few hours May a sigh will escape from…

Hungry Yearning for pasta now Tummy bellows like a cow Pesto and Pasta will have to wait My muse and I have a date Wordsmith and Wisdom growing thin Ignore that longing if I want to win Mrs Meyer, You are so smart! Basil, Be…

Grief is like springtime in Nebraska: You wake up to enjoy a sunny day at the lake. The water, sky, and crisp air Blow kisses Inviting you To breathe again. The stark gray winter has passed.   The next moment, you’re seeking shelter in a…

The thousandth, drawn out, pleading “Daddy” of the day Grates like corroded metal on raw patience. A long breath hisses inward between teeth clenched without volition Look up, let the breath hiss back out, tuck the aggravation away. Two more “Daddy”s have passed, whining, in…

The air is cooler than expected though it gives in to the sun; distant traffic a muffled presence as breeze rises above in the silence of dogs .   A lone seagull calls above the inland twitter; a neighbor speaks, a lone car passes by…

Come out at night and know The world in its afterglow We might see what we overlook Because of our daily work It’s the soft rustle of leaves As the wind gently brushes And the cold feel of air While my fingers comb my hair…

Thurisaz Protector and defender of the cosmic order Help me to guard against unwanted, harmful influence Surround me with gateways & protective borders While granting me with awakening experiences   The rose is beautiful yet it has a thorn I want to pick, I want…

As her hand falls away My world begins to crumble As the hair lines her face The darkness engulfs her Left alone grasping at straws I kneel left empty of all The dreams of an age Lay empty as death As the pain fades away…