Tuesday, December 29, 2020

Poems from May


Weary World

The world is weary of waiting.

While we want to remain well

we wrangle with the weirdness,

overwhelmed and watchful

whispering wishes to the wind.

When will we welcome visitors?

When will worry rest?


Spring Weather

Weirdly wonderful

sunshine and heat yesterday

cold and wet today


Writers Block

Words are elusive

I cannot seem to explain.

Where is my focus?

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