poetry – Page 8 – Picking Up Roots

Lessons

what colors do we use
when we paint
our past;

are our memories
bold and beautiful,

do we see beyond
the veneer -

do we scratch
beneath the surface -

to find
the important lessons
we have lived

Countdown

another flirtation -
this one enhanced
by the pain
of others -

the unrealized concern -
biding its time
in the dark recesses
of the mind -
finds its way
to the fore;

the sands
of life's hourglass
always fall,
don't take a single grain
for granted;

they do not count up,
only down

Cancun Morning

a sharp crescent moon
backlights the dark armies
of clouds
marching across
the morning sky;

the air is thick
with the warm potential
of the coming day;

Nature's silence
stretches to
a slowly pinkening horizon:

a wave crashes,
a bird calls,
the wind moves
through the palms;

to experience this moment
is to know beauty