Rain in the City

The rain is falling hard today, pouring, pounding,
Drumming on the balcony, outside my window
Rain is falling.
Washing away the cigarette butts and pop bottles
Unearthed after the long winter, buried under a blanket of white
Rain is falling.
Rivers of muddy water running in the streets
Torrents of water from the sky to the sidewalks
Little waterfalls… running over curbs and cracks in the road
Rain is falling.
Even in the gray and dirty city, rain still smells fresh
Fresh with spring and new beginnings
Renewal, Rejuvenation, Revival
Rain is falling.

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In a Library

In a library, books floor to ceiling
Warmth of yellowed pages,
Dusty shelves.
Richly colored, musty carpets muffle footsteps
And whispers of people, book lovers like you
Wafting in and through the maze of shelves
As you sit, cross legged on the floor
And think
Worlds to be explored
Waiting all around you.
Sitting in the library,
Peaceful.

Light Art

Poetry is easy:
The art of the simple.
It’s only connect the dots
It’s looking
And seeing
Finding commonality
In two different things
Rivers and love, for instance
Rain and music,
Music and dreams,
Me and you.
We see poems where we look for them.
Simple as breathing
Simple as seeing
Tell it like it is, like it should be.
Poetry: the art of seeing.

To Future Me

A few years down the road,
Remember:
Remember when you had only a thousand dollars in the bank
While you stood on the edge of kid-ness
And prepared to leap off into
Grown-Up
Remember you had nothing
But the intangible stuff of life
You loved, and laughed
Because you had nothing and knew how to enjoy it.
Don’t forget that.
God was enough, then,
And when you look back
He better be enough, still.
As you
Grow up in life
Grow up in God, too.

Yellow

I do not like the color yellow
The pale and pallid color of a withering white rose
Melancholy
Lonely
Sitting on the cluttered windowsill
Of a kitchen with dirty corners
And dusty sunlight penetrates the faded threadbare curtains
I do not like the color yellow
Old and stiffened lace
On a once-white dress
Now locked in an attic and forgotten
I do not like the color yellow.