A TRIP THROUGH THE WOODS

A beautiful day

Sun is not too hot

A gentle breeze sings through the trees

I stoop and pick some wildflower

Then add two or three more

I find a stem of leaves and

Then another variety of flowers

After a short while, I have

A lovely bouquet

Wandering for a little longer

I return

These are for you I say

Handing her the harvest

Why?  What is the occasion?

The flower shop was closed

Now I understand

They are beautiful she said

Putting them into a water-filled vase

And so are you, I replied

The sun was still warm

The breeze was ever so gentle

Angels about danced in delight

Stanski

August 2, 2022, ^

ABOUT THIS TIME IN SUMMER

One look around

You become a judge

Not too much effort

Obviousness prevails

Some people care

Others do not

I see a garden with a flourish

Another with rot

Some make a pretty picture

Others a patch of despair

I think about indifference

How long can it wear?

Too many weeds

Not enough rain

Weathers hot

Lost are the dreams

The proud ones smile

Rock on their porch

Make no judgements

Leave that to us

Soon will be the frost

Then what will it matter?

Another year and wait until next

The crux of all the chatter

Stanski

August 1, 2022, ^

A GOOD ROUTINE

I am exhausted, but

There is much to do

No quitting at this time

More time to renew

So I look at options

Choose a path to travel

Get the show together

Before it begins to unravel

Angels do no waiting

They have their orders

Proceed with every duty

Regardless of hall or corridor

Dark angels get in our way

Encourage us to slow down

Set up obstacles and roadblocks

Smile at our stumbling frown

But light overtakes this darkness

We pick up our pieces of courage

What once seemed impossible

Is nothing more than a mirage

I take a breath of fresh air

My load now seems lighter

I pick up my tools and begin

My day seems so much brighter

Stanski

July 30, 2022