Lost Pen
“There you are,” having fallen into helplessness,
confusions,
lost in the pile of life’s debri.
I pick you up, dust you off,
dear old friend,
but don’t leave again…
I smile down at my long lost pen.
copyrighted: CMM August 2010
Paradox
A robin waits and then she soars
I run the hills out of doors
In the middle of world’s unrest
I still run and the Robin makes her nest.
3.00 miles
Copyright 2018
Haiku:
A stormy morning
Quiet through the troubled clouds
Nature is on display
@ copyright : CMM. 2018






