Daily Dose Of Nature

Mists of Indecision

Immersed in mists of indecision,
riddled, stifled by inhibitions,
sprawled out on the sofa inert,
I ignore rude comments that hurt.

Exhaustion seeps deep into my bones,
no responses come except for moans,
drowning in torrents of pelting words,
cruel, cutting, I wish I’d never heard.

Attacking cannot force me to change,
seeing options in a wide range,
hundreds, thousands, dancing in my head,
they’re weights on my chest like heavy lead.

Indecision is my curse in life,
which constantly aggravates my wife,
I want to decide but cannot,
perhaps there’s a choice I haven’t sought.

Like A Moth

I have no glorious tale to share,
nor can I brag about friends who care;
success remains out of reach for me,
yet my life is great because I’m free.

Friends drain energy with their demands,
social obligations are commands;
be jovial, witty and sincere,
it’s necessary to please your peer.

Struggling to obtain lifetime goals,
is akin to walking on hot coals;
stay focused, driven, competitive,
sleeping requires a sedative.

Destiny is woven in my cloth,
ordinary and brown like a moth;
but fluttering randomly each day,
free to relish joys along the way.

Take Time To Notice

Wisteria

Her car offered solace from the graveyard,
leaving her beloved there was so hard;
she was overtaken by hysteria
when her eyes focused on the wisteria.

Clusters of purple flowers on the vine
had a calming effect greater than wine;
tears ceased to flow and shaking subsided,
she took wobbly steps towards the curbside.

At the grave she sobbed her final good-byes,
bombarded with thoughts of why did he die?
Time was eternal in her world of grief,
thirty years of marriage was way too brief.

Suddenly she was in the flower store,
insisting on purchasing even more;
wisteria’s scent lingered on her jacket,
there was no need for pills in her packet.

Woody vines now cling to her weathered fence,
displaying flowers in clusters so dense;
aromas offering serenity,
a tranquil fragrance for eternity.

Every week she cuts flowers from the vine,
and takes them to his grave under the pine;
she promises him no more hysteria,
as long as they both share the wisteria.

Kitty's Song

The knee replacement was painful,
I gave up feeling resentful,
until Kitty plopped in my lap,
snuggled closely to take a nap.

Kitty came because I was hurt,
love in her eyes when I was curt,
amazingly my feelings changed,
somehow my life was rearranged.

Extraordinary results occur,
cuddling a kitten that purrs,
wrinkles and frowns evaporate,
great love chases away all hate.

Burdens of life have disappeared,
an obstructed road has been cleared,
softly stroking her snow white fur,
I will always be there for her.

Together we take the first step,
very aware of renewed pep,
illness won’t keep me down for long,
while listening to kitty’s song.

Nature's Beauty Surrounds Us