Warm & Sunny / Cold & Dark

What is this warm sunny stuff?
I like the weather like my heart and soul.
Cold and dark.

Snowy, perhaps?
Or warped, like my humor.

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On Cobwebs and Cat Hair

Corners filled with cobwebs and cat hair is the fabric of which nightmares are made.

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Winter Evening

the sky is heavy and laden with snow
the fields are white and the roads dreary

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Warm Stone, Bare Feet

Warm stone.
Cool on bare feet.
Waning sun,
scattered across my face.
Purring feline,
fuzzy on my skin.

Sensations abound.
Sit and soak.
Close my eyes.
Listen.

Spring

I love the weather currently.
Warmishly chilly
Slightly breezy
Things growing
Birds doing ... bird things

Please, let me stay
Outside.

Outdoors from Within

Open window beckons me
Come near
Enjoy the outdoors
From within

Sunlight

Sunlight.
Sunshine.
I crave it.
I do not like it.

So warm.
Calming.
Soft breeze.

But turns me
crispy
and tan.

Dislike.

Dreamcatcher

Made of sticks and twine
Wrapped with care, but
apparently not too much
precision.

Hung from the wall
Elephant entwined
Beads draped within
Crystal dropped below.

Feather Falling

A falling feather
drifting downward
pushed in one direction
then another
sucked by the soft
draft of air

A Little About Me

I am called a hippie
I am called the black plague
I have been mistaken for a freak
...go figure ;)
I listen to a little of all music
I like hunting for Bambi's daddy
I don't like people
...some individuals are okay
I don't like putting chemicals into my body
I drink mostly water
I recycle my water bottles
I don't hug trees
...but prefer to climb them
I like climbing lots of things
I am really a little kid
...but very much an adult
I don't like other people's kids
I will have my own someday
...they will know how to behave
I dislike people who choose to be unintelligent
I am not a fan of people calling "just to talk"
...but always have to have my phone
I am textually active
...but not sexually active
I am addicted to technology
...but enjoy times when it is stripped away from me
I love to go out and run
...even though I don't do it
I like to sit down for hours with a good book
...tho I don't do that often either
I do write a lot and often
...and random things, such as this

Blame it on the Rain

I woke up late this morning.

I blame it on the rain.

Alarm clock buzzing, my head ringing. Drag myself out of bed, pull on some clothes.

I blame it on the rain. 'Cuz you see, if it hadn't rained last night, I could have slept.

Inhale my breakfast whole, no time to chew. Jump in my car and pray it starts.

I blame it on the rain. 'Cuz you see, if it hadn't rained last night, I could have slept. Now, it's not that the rain disturbs me, you see. It inspires me.

I drive way to fast...until I notice the time. I'll be late anyway, so I'll take my own time.

I blame it on the rain. 'Cuz you see, if it hadn't rained last night, I could have slept. Now, it's not that the rain disturbs me, you see. It inspires me. Because it rained last night I had to stay up, stay up and write.

Come around the final curve, my day's destiny is just ahead. I shiver with the thought of explanations and excuses that are sure to come.

I blame it on the rain. 'Cuz you see, if it hadn't rained last night, I could have slept. Now, it's not that the rain disturbs me, you see. It inspires me. Because it rained last night I had to stay up, stay up and write. Write about my woes and foes, about my grievances and thanks.

I make it in and struggle through classes. Finally, a bit of a break, a chance for me to pause and reflect.

I blame it on the rain. 'Cuz you see, if it hadn't rained last night, I could have slept. Now, it's not that the rain disturbs me, you see. It inspires me. Because it rained last night I had to stay up, stay up and write. Write about my woes and foes, about my grievances and thanks and about you.

Everything seems to be about you these days. You're always there, you always care, and you understand the rain as well.

I blame it on the rain, because, you see, if it hadn't rained last night, I could have slept.

Live On

January starts it all off,
A new day on a new year.
February, the month of love,
Is still cold from the winter.
March begins spring,
As the snow melts.
April may have showers,
But it’s always to dry.
In May, the flowers begin to bloom,
And the bugs of summer appear.
June, things begin to ripen,
Waiting to be eaten.
July, crack open the melons,
Let the juice drip down your chin.
August gets really hot,
As things begin to wilt.
September cools off a bit,
As the leaves begin to turn.
October, the month of pumpkins,
And of harvesting the fields.
November is getting chilly,
And may even see a flurry.
December is the month of white,
And the birth of Jesus.

The moments of our year,
All represent their own.
Have their own characteristics,
Temperatures, customs.
These are the days we live by,
As we learn to live on.

Echoes of the Wind (Night Sounds)

Echoes of the wind,
Ricocheting noisily off the trees.
Listen close,
You can hear the night animals.
Hear the crickets,
Chirping their selves into existence.
The bullfrog,
Reminding you of his presence.
The one owl,
Hooting at
the field mice,
as they scurry below.

Summer Swimming

Swimming was a dirty brown
in that pond out back.
You could look at it and see
the tall brown capped cattails,
Get anywhere near it and smell
the muddy water.
Dive in and feel the cool water
and the mud squish between your toes.
Mouth comes open and taste
the seaweed infiltrated water.
Be still for a moment and listen,
just listen, to the silence of the dragon fly wings.