A poem about peace

She waits for me

In the meadow across the way

Shy and contained

Her love reaches


There is a brook

Quick and spirited where

She laments my passing

She thinks I do not see her


Every day I pass

Hoping for a glimpse of her

Not knowing she hides in the trees

Hoping for the same


I continue alone

Forsaken it seems

I think I can feel her

Want to know her


It has been centuries

But time has no place here

One of these days

We will both see

A poem for a Monday.

Suppose you want the sky
But the earth is offered
What about the sea
Dry land for choice this time

Seemingly alarmed you ask for wind
They give you rain
You will settle for a breeze
A blizzard occurs

Some give up and wait
Some give up and take the offer
I will watch from my window
Let the world unfurl around me

Make no decision now they say
Wait till tomorrow
Maybe what you want will come
I don’t believe it and decide to dream instead…


Skies and sea
Breezes and sun
Contented dreams
Living there is my dream…

No-one can take it from me