Poetry

Small child, big Sandbox 

The bench tied to the big dog 

Big kids digging a hole to China 

Little cousins drinking from the sprinkler 

I feel at peace when I’m out in nature. 

The soft wind blowing in my hair,

The sounds of birds talking to each other.

It is all amazing.

I walk home wearing twin braids with bows

and a big smile because I'm wishing for snow.

Snow like a blanket, thick and white,

I want it to fall all through the night -

to cover the roads and the trees and the hills,

machines

a human art

an artificial mess

they’re reflecting our desires

in code

alive

we debate all their consciousness

The old hay rake stands alone, all but forgotten.

The trees tower over it, youthful, green, and most importantly, remembered.

the hands tick, signaling the passage of time

sunlight reflects off bronze,

the copper mechanisms illuminated

the Timekeeper works,

ensuring everyone hears a 

A kingdom below, alive in the dark;

Illuminating a path to the light.

Children of the sea, swim beside the ark, 

O belovèd of the waves, and the night.

For the future of our world.

We need to be strong enough to stand up against those who wish to ruin it.

Say "We live here too."

"And even if it was just you here, it would still be wrong."

A garden framed in wood; our first meeting 

Place. The rhythm of our lives intertwined

Like copper wires in the universe’s long

Circuit of love. Now our garden sits dead, 

Chairs

straightbacked for posture perfection

in neat rows

arranged up each step of the staggered blue-carpeted levels

sneakers and boots rooted

to the tiled floor

gray speckled white

You lived in a tower all your life,

Not knowing you were trapped,

Unaware of the chains that were woven into your mind.

How they kept you shackled,

Out in the woods you think you know,

But can you really let it go?

You will not see me slipping through,

Ready to leave at first sign of heavy snow.

No signs of me, only of you,