a good day

it was a good day to stay inside.
the winds howled angrily
like wolves in the wood,
cold teeth biting deeply
as frightened clouds fly away crying.

it was a good day to stay inside.
fire crackling contentedly,
the wood giving up its secrets,
filling half-closed eyes with dreams
as we lay in warm embrace,
smoke and fire.


2/27/2020

footsteps

most of us stumble through life
footstep after footstep
with only the shifting of the sand
to keep us from realizing
we are walking in circles.  

if the great mysteries of life were revealed to us
would we be amazed?
humbled?
or would we blink and shrug
and continue to stumble
footstep after footstep
until the sand swallows us...


5/14/1991