To the snow
And the trees
To the grass
And the hibernating
Bees
Good morning all
Good morning
Indeed
To the snow
And the trees
To the grass
And the hibernating
Bees
Good morning all
Good morning
Indeed
The obsolete
Path
Taken
With one wrong
Turn
Mistaken
For a way forward
Rather a way
Into obscurity
The path laid out
Will be
It was earsplitting
The sound of the
Screeching tires
On the wet pavement
I can still remember
The door
That I grabbed
As the car spun
Those memories
Can never be
Undone
It was off
From the start
With a housing boom
As a form of
Sadistic
Art
The assessments were
Made
With all intention
Of a worthless
House
Was all to be
Had
Tankable
Was the water
Tankable
And palatable
From the faucet
That leaked
Past midnight
I am not sure
I would drink
That water
It’s not
Alright
The stream
That runs through
The back
Of the house
Is quiet in the
Winter cold night
As the white snow
Runs through the brown
Trees
With green tips
But for now just
Silence
From the stream
Below
A total recall
Were the words
From the world
That all must be returned
Upon arrival
Hopes dashed
With words smashed
Against my brain
So it went
The recall goes on
The birds
Lurk
Over the land
Overlords
With a quick hand
Seeking the weak
And unsheltered
Among the cactus
Crawling bugs
The barbarous birds
Are looking for blood
Another game
Another night
Another bright
Light
Fight
So I am done
And will walk away
From the chaos
That reigns us in
Everyday
Taken away
From all the mistakes
I have made
From the oceans
To the land
I try to better
Understand
The world
I live in
With hope
And wonder
Under the skies
Yonder
Tomorrow