Archive for the ‘Wonder’ Category

Stormy

Was that the wind
A tempest blew,
Or ‘stead,
Vestiges of my life
Gone whooshing by?

~ ~ ~

Skyward

Cast me ashes to the sky
When done my time to be,
As the winsome butterfly,
Free
~ ~ ~

Seasoned

I am a sojourner
having thinned my soles
’tween the youthful vigor of the warm Pacific
and the cold awakening of the Atlantic,
and I am weathered, fit of wear,
sufficiently rounded to 
ply my strides where now I walk
amidst the soothing souls.
 

Always?

Why must there always be
a little “Never” in “Always?”

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