Why is it home
never smells quite right after
you’ve been away?
poem-2 love July 3, 2016
I pass the tennis courts
where you used to play
and hope you’re getting matches
in heavenly doubles games.
poem-white July 2, 2016
The sky is white
dotted with turquoise,
mountain silhouettes
carved on the horizon,
one tree branch curls
like a finger,
beckoning
to adventure.
poem-breeze July 1, 2016
Leaves wave
from tree tops
Some exhuberant,
amazed to greet the sky,
some, more lazily,
wave with sighs
poem-breath time June 25, 2016
Time for breath
at last.
Breathe in freedom
from responsibilities,
to anyone but myself.
Inhale inspiration
Exhale exhaustion
Breathe free.
poem-present June 24, 2016
This day is wrapped in grey,
tied with a bow.
I know that whatever I say
you must decide whether
to find gloom in the grey,
or bloom in the glow of the bow.
poem- glimpse June 23, 2016
I laughed a little
remembering you,
saw a glimpse of your smile
between two clouds,
felt the comfort only you could give,
wished you were here
for more than a
glimpse.
Shawn L. Bird 