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.
A day at the beach.
The sea breeze soothes my aching soul.
Seagulls taunt me with their cries.
Cold water tickles my toes.
Sand flows through my fingers.
A day in Oasis, Florida.
A day at the beach
Before The Dead arrive.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
A glimpse of heaven
to fill my soul.
The hot sun
to fulfill my yearnings.
It’s here for me
in this one spot.
We wait for the night,
dry from the sun,
weak to our roots.
We yearn for moisture,
petals limp,
stems drooping.
We wait for the night,
for the moonlight
to ease our pain.
We wait for the dew
to quench our thirst,
to replenish our souls.
We wait for the sun
to lift its fiery head
and begin its daily ritual.
We are ready
to face the new day
with arms lifted.
Photo: Whelan Works
The sky burns orange.
Winds whip in a frenzy.
Waves rush in.
Birds flee the scene.
Palm trees bow their heads.
The sun retreats.
Say a prayer for us.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
An orange streak hits the spot
Where day and night meet a lot.
Flames float to the sky
From arms raised up high.
The light play continues through the night
As we watch and hold each other tight.
The sky lightens to shades of grey
As it welcomes the coming day.
Happy, we made it through the long, dark night.
The rising sun is a welcome sight.
I want to find Zen.
I want to relax.
I sit.
Focus on the rocks.
Admire how they fit together.
How the sun shines on them.
Everything in perfect harmony.
I’m trying.
Not working.
Getting restless.
No Zen for me today.
elegiac
TICKLE MY TOES
They tickle my toes.
They line up in rows.
Oh! What can they be?
A starfish or three?
The water has a pink shine.
Too many colors to rhyme.
Red for my long, long hair.
Orange fish who swim near.
Yellow for the rays of the sun.
Blue for the water that’s so fun.
I can stay here the whole day.
The seagulls have come to play.
The birds circle around me.
Yes! It’s the best place to be.
Source:autumn—-leavess
RED LACE
I will lay down my head to sleep
Beneath a canopy so deep.
Soft leaves curl around my face,
Covering me in red lace.
Sticks of trees protect my sides.
Perfect place for one who hides.
The sun peeks in between the red,
The warmth of sunshine on my head.
The view fills my mind,
Soothes my soul,
Brings me inner peace.
The sweet aroma of flowers
Tingles my nose,
Draws me closer.
The sea air brushes my face,
Salts my skin,
Leaves cold footprints.
I’m running,
Eyes wide open,
Face to the sun.
I’m here
In the paradise
Of my imagination.
