REST FOR THE WEARY

Source:travel-story

The morning sun peeks through

the canopy of trees.

The blanket of color

covers me with its leaves.

I’m sheltered with

soft petals of pink,

like velvet sheets

splattered with pink ink.

I give a contented sigh

as my eyes soon grow teary.

A bed among the petals

offers rest for the weary.

MURDERS AND LOVERS

Source: 4allgoodthings

Read a book by the fire.

The pages will shine brighter.

I don’t need to fight the snowdrifts.

I’ll stay inside with the misfits.

The ones who prefer books

that grab you with their hooks.

The fire is getting low

as the strong winds begin to blow.

I snuggle farther beneath the covers

as I read about murders and lovers.

WHAT MIGHT THE FUTURE HOLD?

What might the near future hold?

Buildings of concrete and stone.

We might be traveling by flying cars,

Far above the trees and among the stars.

Sunlight will only be a reflection,

A lighted saber for our protection.

This future might be hard to bear,

A future that might be too near.