We Mimic Atlas

When our days soar by, and the minutes blend together

Our minds lose touch, and our senses weather

Our bodies organic, yet filled with panic 

Survival mode, in this world so manic

When colors blend, and their vibrance is in peril

The world can seem lifeless, and sterile 

By nature we are made, but our roots become lost

We mimic Atlas, precious bones at cost 

Surrender the weight until you can fly

Gaze into the wonder of the endless night sky 

Admire the path of the leaves floating by

Embrace the moment beyond what meets the eye

Dusk Curtain

An hour of the day where darkness meets light

A moment of the night when the sun leaves our sight 

These minutes introduce colors new to me

Staring at this masterpiece is where I shall be 

This place between black and white

Calms my nerves at the very first sight 

Brushstrokes of twilight reach my core

Every time I catch them, I am more peaceful than before 

The reason for this, I will never be certain, but I know where I stand before the dusk curtain 

Unapologetic

Roses and tulips simply bloom to be marveled from their vase

Maple trees take root solely to be repurposed as pages sitting on a bookcase

Prickly weeds merely sprout to pollute what was once an immaculate garden space 

Sprouts, roots, and blooms surviving in our grace

Dormant is the truth beyond the marveling eye

Authentic purpose rests between the pages that stories and tales occupy

Perhaps amongst the weeds marigolds found an ally 

Wildflowers do not waver 

Changing of leaves is not a favor 

Forgotten dandelions made braver

She blooms, roots, and sprouts

She prospers unapologetically