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.

Magnified

God is good.
God is all things good.
He is magnified into perfection.
There are no words,
intelligible to us
with which he can describe himself.
Hence: he is the "I AM."
He is, he was, he will always be.
He is all good magnified.

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.

Victory

crucifixion
cruel, inhuman
beating, whipping, nailing
pain, blood, holy, pure
rising, shining, forgiving
perfect, sinless
resurrection

Melancholy

Melancholy is charcoal gray (with a hint of pink).
It sounds like an unhappy sigh
at the end of the day.
It looks like the dull gray
of the sky before a storm.
It tastes bland, or even bitter,
as though the sugar was left out.
It feels wet and gloomy
like a rainy day.
It smells disheartened like the dying
flowers at a funeral home.

Kisses

kiss
tender, delicious
lasting, loving, darling
the first is best
kisses

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.

Illiana

Camp is a swirl of tie-dyed colors
Walk in and see all the people
Chattering fills my ears
Feel the warm embrace of old friends
The smell of waiting pizza fills my nose
We file towards our mouth watering dinner

People Watcher

I hear a large crowd of people,
In the midst of them I cower.
Staring up at the masses
as they pass me by.
They don't even notice;
I am just another random person,
scurrying on my way.
This is how they see me.
Little do they know,
Who I am, What I do, What I'm about.

I am a people watcher.
I sit and observe,
I watch, I learn, I imitate.
You disregard me; I digest you.
I watch your every move
I weigh it in my mind
against myself and others
I want to improve me and learn
Learn about people, and human ways.

I am a people watcher,
I watch you.

Tears

Tears are black against my pale face
They show my secrets
As I sit smelling the sweet incense
The slow sobbing reveals my pain
And the saltiness stings my lips
As they gently roll down my cheek