Poem of the Day 8/10/20

A rush of mechanical noise Washes out the morning birds’ calls, Repair work begins

Poem of the Day 7/20/20

Weary and worn-out, Like someone singing the blues To shake off the morning

Wondering forest trails, The crackling of dry leaves Underneath my feet

The metronome click- That slow and steady rhythm Not unlike a heartbeat

Sitting still, alone As the sun peeks over the fence And stretches out to morning

The kids chase fireflies As the dusk falls over the yard giggles and neon sparks

Restless, listening To the hum of the air conditioner Unable to sleep

A white Egret fishing In the shallow water of the Sound- A hazy morning sky

Wrapped up in silence, Like it is a thick comforter Holding me warm and dreamy

Awake and restless, The soft red glow of the clock Tells me it’s three a.m.