A refuge
to eat
chocolate
and
ice cream
without
judgement.
From the Window
I see a world far away
or somewhere near.
If I could describe
what I see, it would
describe what I
think of you: beauty.
You, with your neat sunlit soul;
You, with sad snow within your soul reflecting light and love.
From the window, I think of you.
Caged Roses
There is something gentle
and uplifting about a yellow
rose in the spring.
It blooms, even
from within a cage.
The roses in this caged garden
remind me that beauty can be
found from within a prison, even
if that prison is within one’s mind.
Only Love
“Only love can break your heart“, or so the song says.
Why then must one walk through thorns and thistles of the world to find a soulmate?
With a familiar nudge, he takes a chance and asks her to dance; It is awkward at first, yet most love is like that at first.
Your Shadow
Your shadow
haunts my soul still,
even in the darkness.
The Meadow
skipping along
singing a song
thinking of blue
sunlight and you
a gentle meadow
wild winds bellow
sweets and light
dancing all night
Drift Words
From pink lips drift words, move along the wind, through the rivers, down into the valleys and the dark hidden places.
Creatures once asleep awaken to hear those words and feel the call to her again.
Humidity
The humidity covers the many layers of you with dew, for you thrive like a succulent in the wet.
I expand and contract by the rise and fall of the seasons. During the humidity, I expand; in cold weather, I contract.
You thrive, and I contract today; It’s your heaven and my hell.
Then, as if the sky knows who I am, the clouds break, and the cool rain falls onto our skin.
Vintage Flowers
The sun feels warm,
yet the breeze tells
a different story.
Days where even the
flowers seem to have
gone vintage takes
me back to childhood
moments in the ’80s.
The carefree moments
when I did not think
about the good times
coming to an end.
Days like those were
carefree, but I must
say, looking back, that
those days felt sad too.
The Bossy One
Spring arrived, yet the cold eats
into my flesh and bones to make
my hands and feet feel numb.
Winter has not done her duty yet,
for she wishes to hang on and
feel the way she makes us feel.
Spring keeps scolding Winter
for being bossy,
yet we know Winter is like an
an older sister who loves the
younger one so,
and cannot let go.
Spring arrived, yet I am glad
Winter is near,
for I do love her
and
the way she makes me feel.
C & K 