Flowing

Flowing lazily,

through a hazy day,

Flowing languidly,

in a detached way

Flowing beautifully

Through the waves

of life.

Flowing smoothly

on the edge of a knife.

Flow with me

Flow slowly, confidently,

Through life,

Ever-green.

 

The Traveler

Out here, on the road

traveling, alone.

Wondering silently,

who’s waiting?

 

Those who love me,

wait silently,

for my return.

 

I’m tired of the dusty road.

Want warmth and home,

out here traveling,

silently I roam.

 

Sing the song,

play the game,

do my work with aplomb;

Oh I can’t wait

to be home.

 

There my shelter lies.

There my heart lives and dies.

There you lie,

waiting,

Loving.

 

Soon I will be there.

Lying beside you;

Loving.

The Holiday Season is Here

I know the holiday season is here, not because of christmas sale commercials, or the ridiculously early arrival of decorations, I know the holidays are coming because Sierra Nevada’s Celebration ale is on store shelves.

This wonderful beer by the “Sierra Nevada” brewing company, is perhaps my favorite beer. It is unfortunately only available during the holiday season, so it’s a long wait, but when I see it in the store my holidays begin. It is a hoppy beer, that to me, tastes like the smells of the holidays. I swear it tastes like the combination of holiday smells like your christmas tree or poinsettia plants. It is rich and hearty, and that taste is like christmas in a bottle. You get a smooth drink with a delightful after-taste, hearty and robust, with excellent flavors. This is just a humble man’s beer review, but I enjoyed writing it, so maybe I’ll review other beers, we’ll see. I hope your signs and symbols of a happy holiday season are here for you as well, and if you try this beer I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!

A Fall Tree

He sees

the reds, the golds, the greens

and myriad oranges

in between.

The cold skin tightens,

frosty air awakens his mind,

as he views

the trees of fall.

He exhales and thanks

those above, in a crisp breath,

For a chance to see

The beauty of a

Fall tree.

Little Feet

Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter,

The rain, on the window falls.

 

Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter,

The clock chime echoes through the halls.

 

Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter,

The sound of little feet.

 

Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter,

Here comes the kitty fresh from sleep.

 

Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter,

Claws scratch the wood in the hall.

 

Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter,

The little mouse will fall.

 

Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter,

Click the little feet.

 

Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter,

Back to sleep

 

 

Words on a blackboard

In a world of poems, words steal love and put it on a blackboard

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I am a rain drop that has merged back within the ocean and in doing that I share the oceans powerful qualities.

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