Coast to Coast Storms

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Storm brew

From sea to shining sea

A fallen snowflake

Soon will be

Joined with many others

Across the country

From Texas to North Dakota

New York to New Mexico

Here comes a late

Spring snow

The Sailing Note

Off to the waters

From the waves

Lapping on the side of the wooden boat

Brought over the water

Floating into the day

I hear the water and see

The sailing stripes

I have a hope when I see the open sea

To be aware of the moments of life

That help lift the mind

Out of the difficult deep blues of the ocean

The ship reminds me of life

Completely

The Rain Stay

The rain stays

After the falling drops

Bring about the memories

Of my beloved pops

Those who go before

Can see from the sky above

As the rain falls down on the ones

They love

These days bring out the rain

Tears and strain

Of loss and growth

That has to overcome the mourning

To take boldly a new morning

I love the days when the rain falls

I feel the water pulls me closer

To the ones who are gone

Who lay in the ground

And wait for the rain sound

Guitar Melody

Guitar melody upon the hidden room

Where the music lives

And comes into full bloom

Not too soon from the time

In reservation

Consternation over the progression

Chords blossomed out

Cars at the intersection

Melodic and sweet

Upon the ears arrived

The guitar rests easy

Waiting for the player to

Take the time

To write down the next song

Of humble thin whistle

Upon the winds of change

And into the human range

The Deal Room

The deal room where the deals are made

Today

But the turn of the moment

How to see these places

Where the world comes to a halt

Undone by the moments

Unknown by the many

Who go where the words live

The deal room is the place where

Hands are met with hands to make

Plans for the future in which we have a little role

The deal room is lit dim

Where only few can go

Peach Time

Peach time of life

From the sweet nectar to the bitter core

The peach of life set’s me free some more

Till the land and watch the soil

From that will come the hope of a summers toil

From the leaves and the grass

Comes the sweetness at last

Someone I forget these small subtleties

When I go to the grocery and grab what I need

But to remember the sweetness of the peach

Upon the land

Taken and set free

The Apple

Apple of my eye

Stride in the moment of life

Taken one foot over the other

What was once a void

Now has been filled with

Another

To see life so sweet as the moment

Laid before us

I take the hope of a moment

For the apple is the creation of the earth

And I am as well

Connected we are

More than I can tell

Golf Days

Today is better than the last

At last

The moments set us free

From the fear

To peace and tranquility

Grass perfectly pushed over to one side

Golf days and feeling alright

As the vintage rock seeps from the old speakers

In the club

Golf days have just begun

Soup Days

The days of soup

Filling the void

Of the bowl beneath my mouth

So the bread of hope

Rotten with the days news

Of the ones who celebrate the lowly

Blues

From my hands amounting to another

Rent check

I take the days of soup as a

Sign that it can be up from this moment

When life is full

Of a new dream ahead

The Bird and the Squirrel

The bird and the squirrel

Eating from the land

Surviving in the moment of wild

Desert heat

Upon the realization of friends

Not in actual physical

But in the spirit of the land

Upon the eyes

Seeing each other

In the light

One by flight

One by land

They protect the life and

Gather what they need

Oh what we an learn

From the squirrel and the bird

Lighthouse Off the Dune

The lighthouse off the dune

Is the beacon of light

To me and you

The weather has lost us

In the mist of rain and clouds

Coming over us like a blanket

Tell me a story of being found

Amidst the water and the rocks

Taking us on the journey

As we have lost the captain to the delusion

Of the ocean waves

We have to take ourselves back

Back to the shore

Guided by the light of the lighthouse

Brining us home