IN THE RED

 

 

A beautiful fall day.

A pebbled path through the red.

I’ve come outside to play.

Fantasies flow through my head.

 

The leaves glitter red

Until the day turns dark.

I’m safe in my bed,

A red swirl in the park.

 

Rain pelts the park.

The wind cackles.

I flee in the dark

On raised hackles.

 

The path is gone.

Night has come too soon.

The path is gone.

Lost in the full moon.

 

MAGIC

Suburban witch

 

 

MAGIC

 

The new spring blooms colors.

But who even bothers

to breathe the sweet air?

I don’t have a care.

My car fails to start,

a walk in the park.

I raise my small hand.

Gone is the quicksand.

I race down the hill,

a heavenly thrill.

Shocked faces turn to me.

Only houses I see.

 

THE SEARCH

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THE SEARCH

In the quiet summer night,

Light shining from a great height,

A search until morning light.

We hold firm with all our might

That we find what we’re searching for,

Before the night ends, shuts the door.

We need to find her before it’s too late.

We refuse to leave this up to mere fate.

A shout, a cry is heard in the dark.

It must be her alone in the park.

The light shines on her pretty face.

She sees us and picks up her pace.

She is crying and laughing at the same time,

A perfect ending to this story of mine.

PINK

 

A touch of pink at night.

I do not need much light.

I bud in the dark.

My spot in the park.

Can you feel me touch your hair?

If you cannot, please come near.

I’ll sprout in the spring for you and me.

A prettier sight you will not see.

HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL

 

What can be better

than sitting on a bench

in the warm weather,

watching people, and

daydreaming?

Nothing.

 

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Warm weather,

soft winds,

pretty blooms,

are all part of the

best time of year.

Welcome to spring.

 

Spring = Flowers.

 

Hope springs eternal.

Enjoy the new season!

 

WHERE ARE ALL THE PEOPLE?

CNV00025 Thames footpath (by jim sedgley)

 

WHERE ARE ALL THE PEOPLE?

People were here earlier.

Women pushed strollers.

Joggers raced by.

Tourists held cameras.

Where did they go?

Take a peek in the tunnel.

You’ll find them.

Lined up

like wrapped packages.

Happy Birthday!

 

DANCE IN THE WOODS

 

 

DANCE IN THE WOODS

 

Feel the wind in your hair.

Raise your arms in the air.

Sway in the dark.

Alone in the park.

Dance in the night.

It will give you light.

Dance with the moon.

The sun will rise soon.

Let loose, dance, sway, and bend.

Mother nature is your friend.