NEW BEGINNINGS
The rain hits the puddles
in a staccato rhythm.
Tree branches hang low,
weighted with water.
Flowers lift their faces
for their morning washing.
The cold, crisp rain
refreshes and renews.
The clouds wring dry.
The sun returns
to brighten the day.
The air smells clean.
A new day dawns.
A new beginning.
OPEN THE DOOR
A door to fantasies.
To new worlds.
To new beginnings.
A life worth living.
A door to your imagination.
Where words flow like water.
Ideas ride the tides.
Stories to live by.
A door to your heart.
Love and happiness in store.
Clear blue skies for all.
Wishes set free to the wind.
Having a bad day?
A house fall on you?
Pick yourself up.
Wipe yourself off.
And begin a new day.
aimejames
Forever circling.
Round and round.
Life follows cycles.
Beginning to end.
Then back again.
Circles.
A NEW BEGINNING
The rain hits the puddles
in staccato rhythm.
A constant
and mesmerizing sound.
Tree branches hang low,
weighed down with water.
Flowers lift their shiny faces
for their morning washing.
The cold, crisp rain
refreshes and renews.
The clouds dry out.
The sun returns
to brighten the day.
The air smells clean.
A new day dawns.
A new beginning.
CONTINUUM
Life has no beginning
And no end.
Only a state of flux.
Step onto the ride
And hold on tight.
The beginning of an idea
takes root in your mind.
It grows up from the dirt,
reaching out to the unknown.
It grows in size and depth,
and sprouts forth with ideas.
Nurture its buds.
Savor in its fruits.
Delight in its flowers.
Let it grow to full height.
