Sometimes I watch the cool white snow
Fall with smoothness and grace:
I have entered winter's embrace
Which rocks me to and fro.
Ode to a Mailbox
It stood there stoically
Engulfed in millions of snowflakes –
The peaceful white covering
Untouched for miles
In the life of winter
Snow fell in inches
One at a time
Snowflakes headed towards the driveway
Greedily blanketing it
The inches I must walk
Are marathons to my amateur runner
When the flakes cease to fall
And the air slowly thaws,
I will bear another trip to you;
The agony of waiting
Is too much to bear –
What news do you hide, if any at all?
Mailbox, you hold the truth.
That Kind of Thunder
When you feel it rattling in your bones
When you sense its sound waves crashing on your horizon –
That makes your ears pop and ring until the next crack
That makes you instinctively shudder –
Where you cannot count until the gunshot’s arrival
Where your heart stops and the rhythms do not interfere.
Chemical Reaction of Burning Wood
The reactant was strolling by
And, suddenly stopping, let out a cry
“It is the phase change, that impish jester –
Could she not find another to pester?”
But alas, he was already dry
And the gleeful fire danced for the sky.
Ever double-sided, the sun
Rests on only half
To unusually exist without
Yet this harmony breeds no life.
In Orion’s belt
Stars are perfectly aligned
Mocking our talents
Whispers of coolness
Pass across the shaded deck
In deep secrecy
The sweet iced tea sweats
Up to join the clouds
Sweet cherry blossoms
Moving softly in the wind
Causing much traffic
Other sections are called "Musings," "Growing Up," "Love," and "Heroes."