Simple beauty billows

Simple beauty billows

In a cloud or babbles

As a small wooded stream

Or V-shaped formed gaggles

Silent home movies where

People like parade floats

Slowly in time wave like

Gently rocking sailboats

A stranger’s rejection

A stranger’s rejection 

From some unknown bias

Like ageism or self

Righteousness and pious

Little eye contact and 

Few are the words between

Their way of judging I’m 

Not to be heard or seen

The unthreaded needle

An unthreaded needle

The fabric without hem

The past ghosting today

The future short of gem

Securing the moment

And not knotting the threads

No wish, want or worry

And no getting ahead’s

Ribbons of tree branches

Ribbons of tree branches

Packages without bows

Striped paper of car lights

In both white and red rows

Rain is reigning for days

Behind clouds outer space 

Is shut out with the sun

And moon not showing face 

No peer understanding

No peer understanding 

Again the painted bird

Like a four leaf clover

Or a slanted rhyme word

No commonality 

Loving music so much

But not the same music 

So our hearts cannot touch 

Steam rising, snow falling

Steam rising, snow falling

Streetlights on empty streets

Traffic lights and walk signs

Blink in their incompletes

Photograph negative

Skies are dark, buildings lit

A sense of belonging

In days that do not fit

Here by you, beside you

Here by you, beside you

The sun still peeking through 

Like two white clouds that will

Never join to storm brew

Let’s not speak about time

Let moments multiply

Let us not see shadows

Just cumulus up high

Volatile as springtime

Volatile as springtime

Firework finale spent

The push and the fervor 

Everything gained and went

Slow turning tornadoes 

Change crept before it leapt 

Not sensing the fury

Adrift above the depth

In this moment knowing

In this moment knowing

And the heart snowplowing 

Warmth was to be had if

Caring was allowing

Untying the hard knots

Regrets ransacking thoughts

Rethinking history

With should haves, could haves, oughts

The twilight like pewter

The twilight like pewter

Our time now archaic

Dialogue and gestures

Missing tile mosaic

Competitive winning

Surpassing gentle hands

DNA not enough

Without compassion glands

On a corner not here

On a corner not here

On a morning not now

In a life not yet may

There be someone somehow

Stepping out, steps in while

Looking forward sees past

Who hears without hearing

And crosses sensing vast

Flowers in the grasses

Flowers in the grasses

And few beside the cropped

These artistic punches 

For those whose guards have dropped

And in human nature

Comfort found in common

But I’m searching for the

Colors in the solemn

Being chased by a kite

Being chased by a kite

Lullabies want opus

Solidifying years

Without hocus-pocus 

Girders not Lincoln Logs

Perfection, purity

They are not the goals just

Less mediocrity

Dignity coveted

Dignity coveted

Unadorned, simplified

Beauty like a humming

As if the daisies sighed

No matter the wet spots

Bodily functions fail

The person haute couture 

But physically in jail

A dream falling out of

A dream falling out of

A hole in the pocket

Like an unclasped neck chain

And slip of a locket

When and how it happened 

Could I have changed that much

No sense it was missing

Having grown out of touch

In my empty space left

In my empty space left

After the fingerprints

Have slowly worn away

The recollection hints

May nature now reclaim

The wonderment of here

Carbon to carbon ends

Until the sense of mere

Mud flung on a daisy

Mud flung on a daisy

I question the divine

Random or formula

Or some other design

And what are the chances

A moonbow in night skies

Rarity in a rare

Answers amongst the why’s 

Early morning snowfall

Early morning snowfall

Clouds are chimney ash gray

A sense of renewal

On this calendar day

Lines cast on frozen lakes

We will see what Spring brings

A change of plans perhaps

As the pendulum swings