No Room For Me

Amid green she sleeps

Overwhelmed with Summer days

And dreams not of me

Valentine Cameron Prinsep (1838–1904), Dolce Far Niente (Sweet Repose) (1885), 

Cyber Illusion

Billions stare at screens
Falling deeper and deeper
Into the tech void

It's Just The Universe Playing With Form

One moment brings pain
The next brings unbridled joy
So flows the cosmos

Determination

The dandelion
Can grow in the concrete's cracks
I must be this strong

The Weaver

To stretch she pauses
From creating her artwork
Thus becoming art

John William Waterhouse - " "I'm Half Sick Of Shadows" Said The Lady Of Shalott"

Only On Easter

Praying and egg hunts
Resurrections and rabbits
Sure I guess why not

At Last

The sun's rays reach me
Warming skin cold from winter
And time spent waiting

Bruce Lee's Choice

Two branches hold snow
One bends, the other one snaps
Which branch will you be?

Whirling Whispers

Wind seems to carry
Messages from those who've passed
What are they saying?

I Caught Spring In The Act

Glanced out my window
Startled by first hints of green
That snuck up on me

Too Soon For Crickets

Window is open
After the sun has gone down
I only hear cars

Waiting, Rolling

Patient deer stand
Hoping to eat more apples
As silver clouds roll

Odor I Adore

The smell of fresh air
To a cooped up Winter nose
Feels like waking up

Overwhelmed

Fleeting thoughts rush in
Twirling up in a whirlwind
Anxiety's mark

Pengineer

A pen once broken
Is replaced by a new one
From the pen maker

The Patient Inventor

An engineer's mind
A workshop of wires and gears
Imagines new worlds

Fragile Existence

Sometimes life seems frail
Like a Fall leaf fluttering
Barely on the branch

Neuropathy's Toll

Warm tears fall from eyes
Witnessing loved ones crumble
Along with my heart

Bastard And Commander

Ranting on and on
Commanding power and rank
Though no one knows why

For Anna

Her garden still blooms
With a rainbow of colors
Though she is absent

The Biggest Picture

Hummingbird wings flap
A star goes supernova
Cosmos plays with form

The Uninspired Artist

Brushes in their cups
Silent instruments on stands
Works left unfinished