Outlook smiling back
New day advancing forward—
Yesterday erased
Constant companion
Life’s lyrics looking forward—
Melody’s rhythm
Warming lonely heart
Blazing light sweeping forward—
Each morning sunrise
Morning thunderstorm
Followed with rain’s gentleness—
Summer’s welcome pause
Ripened, golden fields
Filling nation’s breadbasket—
Ready for harvest
Autumn’s dry stream beds
Snow falling on mountaintops—
Spring’s blessed run-off
Human element
Instinct joins intuition—
Finding solutions
Waiting at crossroads
Game’s intangible knowledge—
Patience now answers
Flipping day’s chessboard
Applying lifetime of moves—
Evading checkmate
Day’s vacuuming
Collecting family’s dirt—
Household spy network
No joy this morning
Chicken late crossing the road—
Breakfast’s eggs . . . uncracked!
Umpire on his phone
Never missing any calls—
Each instant replay
Notebook always close
Springing forth from anywhere—
Writer’s endless thoughts
Writing with patience
Searching for smallest ember—
Words waken each flame
Quiet solitude
Stillness primes another page—
Words come, flowing free
Too many choices
Dreaming of sampling each one—
Tasting delicious
Reading instructions
Deciphering every step—
Uncommon language
Taking advantage
Fitting into slower pace—
Daily puzzle solved
Calendar page turns
Hello Summer, my dear friend—
Makin’ memories
Another refill?
Do you really need to ask?
Pour one more cup please
Life’s daily puzzle
So many empty spaces—
Piece waits in the wings
Morning’s dawn arrives
Hilltop meadow’s peacefulness—
Ancient voices speak
Enchanting flowers
Saying “hello” each sunrise—
Precious day’s escape
Stunning scenic view
Quilt of so many colors—
Daylight’s mountaintop
Shared through countless scenes
Multitude of pages speak—
Creator crafts script
Nature’s adventure
Invited by Creator—
Endless dynamics
Each cherished landscape
Mother Earth sharing her gifts—
Creator’s vision
Mother joins baby
Replenishing energy—
Growing together
Past memories teach
Navigating one more storm—
Ship staying afloat
Every flowing verse
Drawn in deeper with each sip—
Not wanting to leave
Big Sky Buckeye 