'tis the season
for neither rhyme
nor reason — no, wait —
I rhymed that line that time —
oh darn, and there I go again —
forgive me, my friend,
and allow me to make amends —
oops, well, I suppose
it's a songwriter's curse,
and what's worse is that
I actually tried —
no, wait, hold that:
I lied
for #ds106 Daily Create
Neither a rat race
nor snail's pace – we walk along
keeping our own pace
Sunshine deception:
what looks warm from the inside
chills you on the out
for Algot
The water whispers
mist – a kettle of white tea
cooling in a cup
Wander with intent;
Somewhere, hides a small clover
in a field of green
In a gaggle, geese
play songs of boisterous noise;
punk rock on the lawn
A twist in the tale
as the vine winds around us;
stories for later
The day before
the year begins
we plan and plan
and plan, again
Thin skin? Bite again!
Let the ripe peach juice dribble
down upon your chin
A breeze off water -
refreshing on this hot day -
cools the mind; hot thoughts