At times it’s necessary,

To climb and stretch,

So as to reach, ...

A different sunrise.

One from the past.

No cowbells, ...

Flying away now.

To far away shores,

Where I once was. ...

Spring’s fresh green,

Never ceases to please.

Brimming with life, ...

When he was alive,

Dad had a curious way,

To self-describe. ...

Words upon words,

Are all around.

Even in forests, ...

Weekend shopping trips,

Require thought, creativity,

Meticulous planning. ...

Changing perspectives,

To gaze upwards.

Not so easy, ...

Early mornings,

When farmers gathered

By a lone house. ...

Spring showers,

Creating unexpected art.

Pollen and raindrops, ...

Parts left behind.

In blurry shadows,

Of painted cemeteries, ...

Tall, green, proud.But not everyone.Some remain closed, ...

Flowers adorning hats,

People wearing smiles,

On a quiet day, ...

Light, colorful,

Floating and fragile.

As life, ...

A dark day,

Filled with fearful thoughts.

A light shining brightly, ...

“Melt in me.

A fantasy easy to feel.

Sweet, exotic, unique.” ...

Discolored images,

From past lives,

That refuse to die. ...

A bright day,

As music plays

To standing shadows. ...

Through obscurity it descends.

Flowing freely in the old,

Yet icy cold. ...

Circular,

Depicting nature’s cycles.

Unyielding, ...