Daily Archives: December 31, 2022

Spiritual Prescription

It was mid-summer 1880 and a gust
caught my tan boater then flew
seeking refuge where lost hats go
i startled too much and blushed
then common sense became rage
i cannot ever be your goliath
for such a weak Soul.

:: 12.30.2022 ::

Eden is a Garden

whose soil knows
not thorns

As Seasons are shadows
that cast upon lives
and dreams

i am not wishing
i am not weeping
i am not dreaming

but i am still here.

:: 12.30.2022 ::