We are Earth
We are red rock
We’re what stars say in mid-night talks
We are wind
Elevation
Poignant, patient, punctuation
Fly sky, loud clouds
Crowns found
Why cry
We are fire
We are pow’rlines
We’re collaborators, and we’ll be fine
Inspiration Credit: Sage Student Schoolwork; Tiger R., age 10
Stepped outside
It’s still enough
Breezeless
To allow me
My fragility
Impatiens still patient
Street lights still willing
At this hour
This darker season
Giving to me
Courage
Calm in my craze
Righted in this firmament
Glad for Sun and for Moon
Still
Rows of tin daisies
Shall decorate my Winter
‘Til Summer at last!
As my eyes burn from the lies of you, I properly sip my coffee, I wait, watching the heat of the Day take its toll, telling the truth you will not say despite that You see, I see, We see, the shingles cracking, the black tar melting, the ol’ roof caving in on itself and the stupid birds calling this hole home.
Two chairs Empty Have been Waiting Too patiently Amidst Soft grass Overgrown Reaching upward Hoping To comfort
Oh the pesky road
Upon which blessings oft’ times travel
From God’s hand to mine.
If permitted,
Would I choose
To without toil
Dance with the desires of my heart?
I say no
And have learned
Drinking with dirty knees
Of the grapes from tough terroir
Suits me well
For I
Am most grateful
And quenched
When my hands
Are perfumed with the scent
Of Heaven and Elsewhere