Sometimes

The way in which The blinds on the bathroom window Adopt the soft pink hue of the rising sun Makes me think that sometimes Waking up is not all that bad Or the way in which the darkness lingers And the fog still covers the world Peacefully At seven in the morning. The dew is [...]

I Stand on the Mountain

I stand on the mountain Alone The sky above is a pale shade of blue The forest here is untainted, Unharmed by human greed and madness Here, the trees have stood for many years They have seen the infinite cycles of the sun Of the moon Those pine trees, with the gnarled trunks And twisted [...]