Petrichor

The new earth

Releases the petrichor’s

A feeling

After the long drought

As the damp

Water falls on the parched

Earth

I smell the must

Of water

Into the

Sky

Amidst

The worry of the

Dry

The set in water

Eases the earth

Back into life

The Liner

The water is full

Of the movement

From west to east

Slowly rolling over

The waves

Coming at the shore

The birds float above the water

In a strong wind

That holds them still in their

Flight

I hold my breathe as the

Cold wind

Comes against my face

As the liner sits

Out in the grips

Of the water

Pie

The season is upon us

Where the blankets come out

The echos are a little more

Crisp

With a reprieve from

The summer heat

The light becomes a bit

More orange

Than the summer blue

And the winter will roll in

Right over

Me and you

Concerned

Are we concerned

For each other

Or do we just want

Something from

One another

Are we seeking to help

Or seeking to hate

What is the direction

That we will take

Not in our words

But in our actions

Today

Abandoned

The seeds

Of the tree

Grew strong

With hope and optimism

Sunlight and water

Showered the seedling to life

As the tree grew

So the world changed

And no longer needed a tree

It needed a table

So the tree in

It’s most innocent hour

Surrendered to the knife of the

Searcher

Capital seeker

And with the tree down

A family will gather around

A forgotten piece of life

Yet in this grey space of confusion

Is where I am lost for words

For the way of life can be short and fast

Or not

So to learn what we can

While we can

Is what we can

Do

Butter Rabbits

Dancing lightly over the

Fall

Of flowers and trees

Is the butter rabbits

In drinks and

Other things

Such as loafs of bread

Being carried home in a hurry

The dense sensation

Of sweetened desserts

On the minds of those

Who carry them to

Habitual Stereotype

Is it helpful

The book that you clutch

With every name and type

Already generated bust

So that you know

Exactly what to think

In a habitual stereotype

That locks you into a world

That I both don’t know

And can’t understand

Zephyr

I walked the shores

Where my feet fell

Just under the crunch of the

Sand

Stones and mixed

Soil

The water lapped the edge

Of the lake

As I felt the zephyr on my face

I remembered a better time

A time not too long ago

But long enough

To feel it could be letting go

So I breathed in that zephyr

And live to see another

Day

Bliss

Can we rejoice

For another day

Or is that reserved for those

Who have to have it their way

Upon the light of the sun

Over the land that is desperate for

The life force

We retreat in bliss

For yet the world

Can go on

Another day

Retirement

The moment has come

For the retirement

Of the goods and services

That never were provided

To live a hollow life

Guided by lights

Camera

Action

So rather than fight it

Decide it

Might be better to move

On

Then lay in the wake

Of the changing

Waters