I am so small inside this big house
for here I am a little furry mouse.
My fur is shiny and the intent
is to keep me warm and the portent.
I'm a nocturnal creature and out at night,
as I do not want to give humans a fright.
How can anyone scream and others cry
for I am harmless, so sayeth I.
If you catch me in a humane trap
please put me outside in the rain.
I thank you ahead, if this happens to me
and hope that you will set me free.

a boulder
river rock ashine
pebbles

I have the bedroom window open
and the wind moves the slats.
Awakening, I forget where I am;
still in our bed, toasty warm.
I hear the splatter of new rain,
tap dancing on the roof
as clouds loose their torrent
on the thirsty earth.

Joined together or be apart?
A good question for the heart.
Do we stand alone or with another?
Time will tell, Sisters and Brothers.
Off we go into a life of pain.
Away from love's sad refrain.
I care not about the fate of me,
Just leave me now. Let me be.

The fallen leaves
are so very dry,
I use a vacuum
or I do try
to suck the leaves
up from the grass
but the wind blows
and leaves do fall
as I pass,
from limbs above
adding to my amass.

The burning bush of light and flame
Creates a need for me to explain.
It's not the fear from the bush ablaze,
But the lack of love, that does amaze.
Why all the hate in this World today,
When those that hate should go away.
Away from those different than thee
Letting the love of others be..

A new adventure, every day.
It's now time to put away
the clothes of this Summer past.
Bring out the Winter warmth
of turtleneck sweaters and of course
the heavy coats with scarves and mittens.
Rain boots and socks of wool
to keep your feet so very warm.
Let's not forget a nice warm hat
to keep the cold from ears and head.
Stay warm as Winter's near.

My friend from so long ago
The World has changed so.
We were young, you and I
But years have now passed us by.

Would that I could feel your pain
as my love for you will remain
by your side, until our goodbye.
Keeping you safe from harm, I'll try.

Delusional? Perhaps that's what I am.
But one thing is certain, I do understand
The need for love in this World.
Not the hate and fear that is spread
By those who appear to be in control
And lie, cheat and rob with much vitriol.

Words a flutter, through the air.
Words that are said with little care.
Words that hurt, but you're unaware.
Words can't be withdrawn, being there.
Words are of love and of hate.
Words are those when we relate.
Words for today become tomorrows disarray.
Words of sorrow, for those we pray.

Write again? Perhaps I shan't
for write I will and I'll rant
about the unfairness of life today,
for those where illness comes to stay,
while cures for disease is kept at bay.
What kind of God are you now?
When suffering and strife you allow?
Praying both night and day
with few results is my dismay.

Here sit I
naked to thee.
My leaves all gone,
much like a tree,
but lest just suppose
that's not me
for I am a Rose,
dormant to see.

I await you now.
I await you still.
No matter when,
I always will
Be there for you
Both here and then
For you are now
My life long friend.

I had great balance
when I was young,
but that has now
escaped my being
for simple tasks, you see
are hampered by neuropathy.
No feeling in legs
nor in my feet.
Wobbling about on
trembling legs
no matter what
or where I walk.
I'm best right now
to just sit and talk.

Excuse my ma'am,
I said to she,
but when she turned
she was a he.

I grasp the pen
within my hand.
My wrists complain
with pain.
It now appears
that arthritis
is back again.

There will be no tomorrow
if you're not there.
There will be no tomorrow
or a love to share.
Be safe my love,
be safe and free,
for in the morrow
I'll wait for thee.

My mind is a flutter,
Clogged with lots of clutter.
I need a mental enema,
That is for sure.
Stupid words.
No rhyming in season
What is the reason,
That my heads hurts
In the morning,
But not at night.
My back is aching,
Until a hot shower.
I feel like a horse,
Rode hard and
Put away wet
And yet,
These are words
That I now get.
Why is that?
I ask the Lord.
Is it because
I'm mentally bored
Or that this writing
Will be so abhorred?

My mind is wandering
far and wide.
Running from something
I cannot hide.
Trying hard to forget
and the plight
that seems to visit
only at night.