i went forward
into the past
young men
set in a way
until they believed
it was their way
in them
is
that little skip
in their step
the swagger
no one bothers
to tell them
they still have
one plus one
added up to nothing
one too many times
and
the counting stopped
if there is a plan
someone else has it
black ink
print
on brittle yellow paper
telling
when the flight will
leave
and where
it will land
sooner or later
she used scissors
cutting around colour
placing each rounded patch
onto the table
pink near peach and gold
yellow by orange
and near the purple
she placed blue
sunlight caught in the middle of tiny leaves
green flaming butterfly wings on black branches
feeling more like a new year than january ever did
the last breath of winter carried on the wind
i am in no hurry to plant or weed
or pay head to watering, sunscreen, or
hiding from the heat
i love a light breeze and lilacs showing purple
The Beautiful Due
Artful Words to Inspire Everyday Living
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
A LITTLE SOMETHIN' 