a white snail with a white and yellow shell on a fallen, brown leaf

Small Time

the smaller you are
the slower the time
then what must it feel like for snails?

when climbing a leaf
or crossing a street
does your head arrive hours before your tail?

dried out grass along a farm road, hazy sky above with faint rainbow

Libra (Part 2)

scorching

sweating

scratching

crumbling

how much longer?

will it go?

i love you, but

i want something new

i need you, but

i have other needs, too

an accorn hanging from an oak tree with leaves around it and an empty cap

Oaknut

is that acorn just for me?
one acorn from the acorn tree
Quercus not Lithocarpus
Fagaceae

i suppose you’d want i plant it
in suitable spot nearby
rather than to eat it
so you can keep an eye

i wouldn’t eat it anyway
they aren’t my cup of tea
though you could use one as a teacup
if you were rather wee

an orange, yellow, and blue sky during sunset with clouds, reflecting in a large puddle

Mess

throw the crayons on the ground
kick and throw and toss around

smash and smush and scatter and splatter
blend and bash and beat and batter

sprinkle, spray and fling and sling
accumulate, amalgamate
paint and pencils, throw them in
messes need time to accumulate

a large white fluffy cloud hanging over a hill

Clouds

are clouds scared of death
or is rain a relief

can form lead to consciousness
laced with belief

is there meaning from bringing
new life to a leaf

or will they be part
of a memorable grief

does it feel like forever
or terribly brief

gone in a flash
as quick as a thief

a white and pink queen anne's lace flower that's all over the place

Chaos

what is this mess
this terrible mess
chaos and crosswinds and carrion crows

among the wheat
among the weeds
waiting for breezes for carrying seeds

growing, twisting, bracing, waving
a messy purpose
a purposeful mess
is it worth it or not
can you guess?

a half-moon in a blue sky over a vineyard

Day Moon

a half-moon in a blue sky over a vineyard

you can know when she’s around
but you never bother to check
and prefer to stumble upon her by accident
without the surprise being wrecked

she’s funny and she’s clever,
she a rabbit, she’s a rock
always dark and always sunny
she’s a goddess, she’s a clock

you can never touch her skin
or have her hear your voice
or know what kind of wine she drinks
if she were given the choice

she’s graceful and she’s kind
sometimes rising, sometimes sunk
never petty, never perfect
she’s a beauty, she’s a punk

a dried up, dying daisy flower

It’s Death

it’s not decay
it’s character
it’s not anger
it’s passion

it’s not screaming
it’s song
it’s not hiding
it’s privacy

it’s not dehydration
it’s conserving water
it’s not falling apart
it’s shedding waste

it’s not the end
it’s death