Futilitarian Joy

Road submerged in drought too long, rain too late,

The work that must be done will have to wait.

Futilitarian joy it is to me

That I must love this flooded day.

This is Sunset

When the solar arms embrace your aura

And fill your well of hope that all is well

With a world on the edge of darkness,

This is sunset.
When the sun is set
And the moon yet lingers in that embrace,
Soothing balm of light
Heals earthly eyes from glaring truth.

Rosemary, Sage, and Thyme

Garden guardian,

Stand over the silver sage.

Thyme, nullify time.

Chocolate, Beer, and Bookstalls

TV on I hear of chocolates and go about my business.

Then a question:

Which of the 300 Belgium beers will you try?

I answer the travel documentarian -

Framboisen.

And reeling me in from my lack of attention,

I am caught on the line:

Every other shop a book stall.

My wanderlust unleashed,

I want, want, want, want, want

Chocolate, beer, and book stalls.

Feed the Awe

The hunger of a wolf cub is fed

Through the pads of her paws

And satiated mile on mile

Ley line on line of butterflies

And other curiosities.

The wonder of a child is awed

By a clear night of stars

And the howling in the wilderness

Stirring up restless fears

At a safe distance.