A Bear to Z

A bear came during each field guiding her interesting journey keeping long meadows near our place quietly roaming so that upon viewing window, xenophobia yielded zooming.

Cloud Sail Across

I look out seeing clouds sail across endless sea of blue
Calmly floating by white sails whisping in the breeze
Sea clear not a ripple as clouds move by
No dark storms on horizon, just blue and white
Big and small clouds make their entrance
Then slowly sail away to where I don’t know

A Cold

What torture felt within
Breathing passageway block
With running, dripping sludge
Makes my head compress
Like a leaf my throat tickles
Soft blanket tissue I find
Momentarily relief I sigh
A smoothing drop in mouth
Reduces scratchyness within
Foe I have a sudden cold

Your Blossoms

Why are your blossoms late?
Is it frost that still lingers near
Sun hidden by cloudy skies
No warmth or light to grow
Or Sun shining to bright
Bringing no rain in sight
To feed your tender roots
Which will open your blossom
Why are your blossoms late?
Is it to early for you to open
For I can’t wait another moment
Your blossoms I want to pluck
Move in to smell your lovely scent
To hand out to others
Must you bloom late to tease
To let me linger waiting
Let your blossoms grow for me
Waiting is just sweet sorrow
Not seeing your beauty unfold before me