Red Galaxy Up, up, up. Into the deep, dark sky. The moon is up there, Almost full, Not quite. I ignore it. Tonight I’m looking for something else. I rest my chin on the windowsill, Searching. There! My gaze lands on a single bright light. A star. Beautiful and pure. I smile. I stare at it, and close my eyes. Please, please, please, I whisper. I make my wish, Blowing it out through the open window. I open my eyes again. But my star is gone. I search, frantic. It has disappeared, Taking my wish with it. Or . . . There! I find it and exhale. But then it blinks. Realization sets over me, Like the winter sun over the countryside. It’s an airplane. And it will carry my wish across the world.
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Evergreen
The Great Underneath Trees gain new fay-looking Cloaks when autumn comes As if they were on fire The trees’ beauty decorates the forest Envy evergreens They don’t know the Uncomfortable burden of beauty.
The Pathway
As the rain began the river ran, past the emerald trees, past the rubbery shrub and into the crystal clear creek, as you walk past the river you take a moment to take in the rainforest, you look below yourself and see the rough rocky ground, you look over and spot the muddy moss, the beautiful trees, and the saturated colors all around, when you continue down the rough, beaten path you find a huge old tree, then past you flies a yellow bee, when you finally reach the creek you look into the water and see the perfect reflection of yourself, just everyday you, when you look around it is revealed that you are surrounded by rubbery shrubbery, muddy moss, and tranquil trees, you think you should stay a bit because you haven’t felt this at peace in years, you sit down, breathe, and become lost in your peaceful place.
Sounds of My Street
Journey The wind blows soft but loud enough to make your hair whip in your face like you’re in a convertible in a film. Cars race down the road passing all life leaving it all in its dust behind. The crunch of leaves under high schoolers’ feet as the gossip pours out of their mouths like a child whooshes down a slide. The lights beat down and flicker occasionally on the joggers, walkers, strollers on the road below it.
Running Down the Bishop Ford Bridge
Running down The Bishop Ford bridge Across the sky. Cars on roads keep going Trains on tracks keep slowing. Headed down the Bishop Ford Pink water tower Will devour Another tower With its smiley face. Down over the bridge Bishop Ford bridge Going round the bend Exit to Wisconsin Exit to Indiana Time to go right The sun is bright Rev it up Speed up Across the rocks Towards the quarry This deathly giant pit. If you fell You’d fall for More than a minute. Trees cover the rocks. Looks Like The pit Was never there. Exit 2B To Homewood.
Simplicity
Clouds through the Trees The rock on the cliff watches the forest from up high. The canopy is still, quiet, with the soft sound of the breeze through the piney brush. Any one movement is like a shooting star in the vast sky, hardly noticed. As the day rolls on, not much happens. The rock enjoys the quiet. It’s one of those small things that makes life rich. The hot sun beats down, but the cool surface of the rock makes the heat slip away. As the sun lies down beyond the horizon, rays of orange, yellows, and pinks paint themselves across the sky, making the forest canopy a mystical gold. If the rock could smile, it would. The dark spreads across the wood, the trees casting shadows upon the moonlit earth. The rock is now a dark shape, pressed against the mountain full of simplicity as the human world bustles on.
Ghost I Saw
The ghost I saw not Was a soul The mist I saw not Was a ghost The ghost I saw not was mist not Was a soul Not was a ghost
Snow-Sleet
Snow-sleet coming down I hear the howl of the hound Snow-sleet coming down Like alabaster flowers raining down on me
Fun in Winter
It’s snowing OMG Yes! Look. Snowman Frozen river Stuck fish Let’s skate Also ski Too cold Too cold For me
The Desert
The sand is an eagle as it flies across the desert and eventually forms a mountain. They fly together in a pack across the Sahara of nothingness. As the wind blows, it forms sweet ripples in the smooth sand. Tarantula As the sand flies, the dry cactuses are just dots to them. As the cactuses watch, they look for water. But they see none. But then they see gray in the clouds, and a couple drops come down and it starts raining, pouring. They have been blessed. They collect the water after almost dying from the drought.
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The evening dims the light of day, The moon glows brightly above the world, The hilltops rest, the mountains lay, The clouds shine silver, all starlight curled. Stars peep their golden heads across the sky, Moonlight casts its sullen webs of light over the ground, Beaming with a chilling light from way up high, The day was warm, the night is sound. Each rainfall ripples in tumbling mirth, Shadows flow and curl, Beams flowing gracefully illuminate the Earth, Flowers’ moonlit petals unfurl. The sun pokes tentatively over the hills, Dawn breaks the dead of night Each darkened space, the sunlight fills. Now comes the golden time of light.
The Lion & the Lizard
A rose is as delicate as the wind, While however, A lion is fearless It keeps its ground, Rooted like a tree, And when it roars, The dirt floor Rumbles beneath But sometimes It’s hard To be Fearless A lizard is quick But Runs from you A lizard is Aware But afraid Quiet But camouflaged The thing about lizards Is that They can regrow And start over Their tail And their Tale A lion Rough as a vine Tough as time Will stand its ground
