Deer, Beard

Four deer in a yard
Await apple slices thrown
By a bearded man

The Poet's Void

This meaningless space
A smothering quietude
Where words go to die

Painless Now

I don't hurt right now
This moment is a blessing
I will savor it

Not now

A million worries
About what might someday be
Smother the present

The Storm That Never Comes

Anxious clouds hover
In the background they threaten
But never burst forth

Airborne Sun Catcher

Monarch in blue sky
Captures the sun in his wings
Glows for a second

The Voyager

Glance back one last time
At what was once your home world
Now a pale blue dot