My morning.
Beneath yellow walls,
I sat cross-legged,
As the sun rose.
Motionless.
Only a glow shined,
Behind morning fog,
As steady she climbed.
My clock rings.
"Awaken, dear girl.
Your room is sunny,
When the world is cold"
Afternoon.
By the pond, I sit
Watching blueberries
Threatening to split.
New lilies,
Fight the mist to breathe.
Gasping new blossoms,
Await dew's reprieve.
A fish jumps.
Startling the bees,
They're instantly back
Buzzing through leaves.
Twilight. Dusk.
The crickets all cheer,
"Fuck all this dampness!
It's finally clear!"
Black night sky,
The fog a memory,
A satellite travels,
It's lone arc'ed journey.
My midnight
Cross-legged, yet again.
Alone in the grass
Gazing up at my friends.
Perseus,
Saturn in Leo,
Thin hazy half-moon,
Rising up behind me.
Believing, while...
Sunny days, I have known,
When yours starts out gray,
To end up in this place,
You just paint it yellow.
Believing, while
Sunny days I have known
When yours starts out gray
To end up in this place,
You just paint it yellow.
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