Where are my keys? Wrapped
In a paper towel and
Flung into the trash.
Where are my keys? Wrapped
In a paper towel and
Flung into the trash.
Winter light, silver
Sun. Cool jazz in the car, so
Free on the fast road.
Covered in frost, cold
Crystals are caught by sunlight
They twinkle and shine.
Ink flows to paper
Turquoise scrawled across the page
Words all in a line.
Sometimes people suck
And yet, in the end, we have
Only each other.
When lives end, they can
Continue in memory
To give us comfort
The sun will rise each
Day, much the same and yet so
Very much unique.
Lavender clouds with
Streaks of silvery salmon
Announce the sunrise
Places in my dreams.
Familiar yet strange, often
Repeated but changed.
Sunrise, fiery
Splendor. Fierce beauty gives strength
Hope, to meet the day
Night noises, distant
Muffled in the dark, constant
Hum so far away