Morning Comes to Call

Morning comes to call
A little early, sometimes
A moment of serenity
Peace, for some time

Birds start to chirp
The sun starts to rise
Peaking over the hill
A beautiful view from inside

The coffee maker purrs
As heavenly liquid drips
Filling up a cup
That first, glorious sip

Heat to soothe the throat
Due to weather that changes
Will it be Winter, or Spring?
Translating nature’s language

Morning comes to call
A little early, sometimes
A moment of serenity
Peace, for some time

My Way or the Highway

Aghast in utter shock
As their eyes read my words
What kind of mind does she possess?
There is darkness in her work
Pain so beautifully written
A blessing and a curse
Each stanza bobs and weaves
Some leave in a hearse
Fighting inner battles
Throughout every day
Good and evil duke it out
Only one gets their way
This is just me
This is just how I write
I won’t apologize to you, or them
For airing my many plights

Chasing Sleep

Midnight came calling
sneaking up on me
leaving me in bitter dark
crawling on my knees

late night racing mind
like a hamster on a wheel
no way to shut it off
no way to numb the feel

on, and on it goes
many, many rounds
pent up chaos ensues
until my body hits the ground

hard, and cold, I sigh
for silence has come to call
but, look, it’s nearly morning
the sunshine illuminates my wall

Pollen

Hazy, yellow horizon
Claiming all the land
Covering all it passes
In yellow-like sand

It almost seems foggy
When eyes roam outside
Almost as if a cloud of dust
Is consuming nature’s mind

Eyes begin to burn
Noses start to itch
A mouth dries like cotton
Your sinus’ become a glitch

If one must venture outdoors
Prepare to be bombarded
For Spring has arrived
The season of pollen has started

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