Quiet Renewal

Quietly, softly,
The rain brings life to the world.
Quietly, softly,

A gentle morning
Whisper rouses the sleeping
World from its slumber.

Quietly, softly,
The rain refreshes the world.
Quietly. Softly.

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Powerful Echoes

Power crackles
In the night
As from the clouds
Strobe beams of light –

Nature rules
With all its might.

Power echoes
In the day
As one more life
Returns to clay –

Nature’s power
On full display.

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Oh, Life!

Oh, to see the sky
Alive again, to see the
Trees a-thrive again!

Oh, to smell rain on
The breeze and summer’s finest
Storms in changing winds!

Oh, to live and breathe
The miracles of life and
Love anew each day!

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My Eyes Have Seen

My eyes have seen the
Glory of a thousand springs,
But none of them could

Hold a candle to
Your beauty. My eyes have seen
The passing of a

Thousand winter snows,
But none were greeted with such
Pleasure as the sight

Of you bestows. My
Eyes have seen the dawning of
A thousand sunny

Days, but none could shine
As brightly as your lovely
Smile. My eyes have seen

The wonder of a
Thousand starry nights, but no
Star in the heavens

Could e’er eclipse your
Light. My eyes have seen wonders
More numerous than

Grains of sand upon
A beach, but none can match the
Wonder that is you.

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January’s Reign

January’s bitter that
Her reign is at an end,
As April weeps with joy
For all that March did tend.

February’s sobbing
That she’s forgotten once again,
While June runs round in circles
In September’s autumn den.

October’s chilly song
Is playing once again,
Relieving old July
And cooling August’s end.

And all December’s patience
Will pay off in the end,
When with November’s frosty breath
Sweet May’s heart she’ll mend.

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I Fear

I feel.

I feel I am growing cantankerous. I feel I am growing cynical and grumpy – crotchety, even – though I don’t want to be  a sour-faced hag that no one can stand.

I fear.

I fear I am losing my smile, and maybe my mind. I fear that all that I write is a load of self-indulgent tripe, that no matter how much time, how much effort I commit to improvement, it will never be enough – that I will never be enough.

But  I want.

I want so much to feel free from fear, to move people with my words the way others’ words have moved me, to be relatable and relevant and enough. I want my smile back, I want to share it with the world, because the world could use a little positive energy and I delight in making others happy.

Still, I fear.

I fear it will not happen, that the world in its chaos and despair will rob me of the positivity I seek to impart. I fear I will never again be the bright spot in someone’s day, that each and every fear I have will come to terrible fruition.

I feel.

I feel trapped by my fear, trapped by my choices, trapped by the world at large. I feel like nothing will ever change, like life is a circle with no beginning and no end, just an endless, dragging, joyless march toward nothing in particular.

I do not want that. I fear it’s true, and I fear its truth, and I fear what I want makes no difference.

I feel and I fear, I want and I fear and I feel. But mostly, I fear.

Don’t we all?

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