The plush North Carolina summer
Field the breeze
Over my sweaty face
The rise of the humid air
As the day begins to ease
Into the evening hours
In the waining sun
Over the beautiful
North Carolina
Run
Plush
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Category Archives: Poems
Landscape
The landscape of the city
Changing over time
What has come up
And gone down
When the working line
Falls
How there are very few
That rise over the years
It seems I can
Recall more who have lost
Then won
And why
Why is this the way
The landscape of the USA
The Morning Rise
The crimson orange sun
Beams shyly
From behind the winter clouds
As the sun begins its daily
Journey
Around
As we spin here on earth
Taking it all in
The burning ball of fire
Warms us just a little
In the depths of winter
Cold
Blistering Cold
The night wasn’t as
Distant
As a far off warning
The cold was rather
Set in it’s way
Approached
By the lowest digits
To accept the easy pay
So the health of the lungs
Can be only held so long
For the blistering cold
Is coming along
Icicle Season
The blue of the winter time
Has rest its head on the
Weary earth
Blooming the snow and wind
That covers the ground
From head to toe
From the season of fall
Bursts the icicle season
Falling in the snow piles
On the ground below
Waiting for the sun to glow
Over the shimmer of fresh
Fallen
Snow
Quintessential
The quintessential
Excuse
To avoid the words
That could resound
In the nature of the ear
Make sense of the confusion
The highest of honors
Takes the back seat
These days
For other types of
Pursuits
Both silly and unusual
So I hold hope
For a solid
Return
Resilient
In the face of snow
Winter bearing down
The forest thrives
In the winter ice
Giving life
Well under the ground
In a moment of doubt
I take heed from the trees
That have no leaves
In the depth of
Winter
Labyrinthine
The labyrinthine of
Mind
Time
And
Time
Again
The complications of human life
Lived through days
On this earth
Woven in the fabric of
Experiences
One can only try to understand
So we exist
Not knowing all
But learning to know
Each other
Ephemeral
The fleeting sand
Moving through the timepiece of life
Life is simply
Ephemeral
Taking the time that I have
And using it
With a certain fire to stoke
As the world spins
Around
I find the hope
Of a fleeting glance
North Carolina
A place of such
Rich landscape
The hushing breeze
And grassy fields
Under a sky of silk
Woven feathers
Bright and blooming
As the flowers come through
The mountains
Hold you tight
As they always do
In the state of North Carolina
You feel as fresh
As the morning dew
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