poetry – Page 110 – Picking Up Roots

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

A Brief Reprieve

the weight is lifted,
the unease remains,
this is how life unfolds:
always teetering on the brink
of euphoric joys
and crushing sadness,
we must live in the middle -
balancing on the knife-edge -
not seeing the future,
but being prepared
for what may come,
never leaning too far
into joy nor sorrow,
we must keep on
always, 
keep on