It may appear dark.

The future,

Bleak. ...

Turbulent days,

When everything feels unclear.

Intuitions hard to see. ...

The sun’s warm.

Soon you’ll melt,

Drip down, ...

Blue days,

When nothing seems right.

Things just feel flat. ...

Light,

Living with darkness.

Peacefully. ...

How nice,

That you cover me,

With color. ...

Some days,

Turning the other cheek,

And walking away, ...

Everyone,

And everything,

Carries their weight, ...

Handmade,

With love.

But I wonder, ...

Some days feel barren.

As if harvested.

Nothing left to give. ...

Bee:

“Nothing like filling up,

On fresh pollen and nectar, ...

Crowds,

Dispersed.

Streets, ...

Volcanic colors,

Hovering over,

Melting snowy mountains. ...

Not long now,

Before the fields,

Start to bloom. ...

Fortunately,

In our village,

It’s the local beer, ...

Days fall away,

Like specks of dust.

And like fallen ash, ...

Bared teeth.

Eyes bulging.

Snarling. ...

Drink dear butterfly.

Then fly,

Float, ...

“What do you see,

When you look me?”

Cracks and flaws, ...

Some days,

All we need,

Is a bit of tape, ...