Some days are cloudy,

Stormy, loud.

Little light. ...

Old,

Is always replaced.

Yet maintains,...

Even on days,

When it doesn’t rain,

Clouds descend. ...

Nature is wise.

Knows we’re forgetful.

So now and then, ...

Early summer day,

But cold.

Spring hasn’t departed. ...

Bare, cold, cement wall.

Bricks and cracks,

Complete the mishmash. ...

Sunrise,

On some mornings,

Is magical. ...

Bug-eyed,

Hairless,

Invisible ears. ...

A lonely cow stands alone.

An empty road patiently waits.

Blue skies dominate. ...

Bent, rusted, engrained.

Stuck between an old wall,

And aging, wooden logs. ...

Veins branching out.

Stems reaching to connect.

Reddish fallen leaves, ...

Don’t hurry.

Be here.

Look around. ...

Keep walking.

Don’t stop believing.

Obstacles will come and go. ...

One of those trying,

Confusing days.

When it feels strange, and ...

Never knew how easy it is,

To paint a street,

With a happy smile.

Not all rainbows,

Are colorful.

Some are grey. ...

Beautiful,

Golden fields,

Come and go. ...

Happiness.

Loneliness.

Togetherness. ...

A few minutes of creativity,

Sprinkled with childish playfulness,

Can brighten ordinary days, ...

To love,

Without judgments,

Or conditions, ...