UNTITLED
Spring removes the familiar Winter
off her back
Like a timely borrowed jacket
No longer needed
Returned to hang in a
closet
filled wardrobe
of ever
changing seasons
She touches Fall
Says farewell to Winter
She puts Summer
on top of her head
and leaves the closet door
Open.
Mitchelito
SEA GLASS
We are
broken
pieces
that have
sharp edges
that are
submerged
in a life
of tumbles
rolls
turns and
misdirections.
Waves of
high and low
tides
Undercurrents
and undertows
shape
sculpt
and round off
our edges
to reveal
our true
beauty.
UNTITLED
I stepped outside of my door
I felt the wind
I tasted the air
I smelled the ocean
I heard the waves crash
I saw the sunrise
and at that moment
I was reminded of poetry.