The hill

On my morning walk,

The trees with full, lush leaves

Block the sunlight on my usual route.




So I examine the hill;

The hill that in the snow

Has paralyzed the mailtruck-

I’ve witnessed it sliding sideways

impeded by the deceptive steepness.

The hill that has tired out many a school child

Late for the bus

And parent slogging behind them -

Is today my source of sunshine, my intention.




Toes straight ahead

Shoulders back

I slow my pace just a bit

Lengthen my steps

And breathe all the way to my stomach

Up and down - a few times,

Practicing adversity.

Spring Cleaning

Spring cleaning

Sometimes means

More than

Cleaning out a closet

Sometimes your

Mind needs a

Good de-junking as well.

Kick out the company that

Stays too long,

The broken furnishings and perspectives

You always bang your knee on

As you pass,

The dusty daydreams – outdated,

Immature, overly fictionalized

Till finally there’s

Peace and you can

Hear yourself think.

And admittedly, it’s a bit quiet

In a good way.

Sonnet

since the study of Shakespeare in HS English, I've been enthusiastic about attempting to write in iambic pentameter.... so in honor of the upcoming holiday, here is my attempt at a Sonnet

How oft we speak of love, and say we love,
And live and die with each empassioned glance-
Surrendering our might and mind above
When fiery pulls of longing bid us chance.

Thus swept away in hopeful revery,
We ache with every breath and youthful sigh;
Expectant of the rapt’rous energy,
And crushed when e’er our singeing crushes die.

But is this blind attraction love’s true form?
To rob our peace, mentality at will?
Or is a love of holy kindness born -
Unearthed in routine moments, sane and still.

For wiser is the love that thus appears,
And blossoms ever sweeter through the years.