The reminding rainbow arriving well
before the rainstorm offering reassurance
and serenity
The fluttering ladybug greeting me
into my new home offering cheer
and delight
The moon dressed in a bright yellow
suit preparing for its busy night
of full exposure offering the power
to shine . . .
at any time.
If forgiveness didn’t happen
like winter, if the sun is not
a glowing bulb illuminating
the world, if plants did not
come out of the ground
to act as nourishment,
if showers of rain
splashing upon them, if eyes
could not dart here and there
or show off colors,
if hands were always still
and just there, if feet did not
pitty pat or clomp clomp,
if we did not hug,
caress, make love–
we are all meant to be pitied.
Prayers Are Out There Being Prayed
The ant, industrious, hard working
family to feed, as a dog bounces up
curious of these creatures
sniffing and twitching
while the stones lay still,
round ones, flat ones, blue ones,
black ones so many different sizes and features.
Looking up toward the heavens
the willow, tall and majestic,
not weeping but happy after rain.
I see a little one jumping
up and down in luscious muddy puddles
her ribbons loose and flowing.
She raises her tiny hand
and waves as
I am going.
Depression
What is this deep expression
some choose to call depression?
When you wander bleak
and lonesome in the mind.
Each day you’re living
sometimes taking,
sometimes giving
though your senses are left far behind.
You wish upon a moonlit sky
and pray your problems pass you by
and one day maybe happiness you’ll try.
The more you try to set you free deeper,
deeper down you’ll be
and where you once swam in a wave,
now you’re swallowed by the sea.
Home Grown
We grew up in the country
just climbing trees
going barefooted and
scraping our knees
riding our bikes up
and down the hill
playing baseball and
getting our fill
playing and scrapping with
the Wilson boys
just laughing and panting
and feeling our joys
Three brothers fighting
and loving each other
and trying to obey
father and mother
Sis kissing a boy
she cannot lie
getting a spanking
and she didn’t know why
Another sister in her nook
being alone and reading her book
Now it’s over but that’s okay
cause Mom and Dad taught us the way
to trust our God
to keep us safe
and one day soon we’ll all be
together having good times
with no stormy weather.
WingSpan Poetry Project 