poetry – Page 101 – Picking Up Roots

Rainy Days

it is not enough to dance in the sunlight,
we must find joy in the rain
and warmth in the deepest cold,
only then will we know living;

heavy gray days
are an opportunity
to search ourselves
for the light of our better angels;

to live up to them -
to find the brightness
on the most raw of days -
is to live a good life

Dawn

day breaks
in bold pinks
and bright oranges,
the glow of a welcoming fire
warms the dark horizon
as the sky softens to blue,
the air is crisp,
it contains life,
another day
in which to live

Excuse

burning to begin
where was the end
start now
there'll be no better place -
no better time -
all is chaos
nothing stands still
there is no perfect sequence
there is the here
there is the now
this moment is the guarantee
don't lose it
waiting for tomorrow