This is just to say
I have misplaced
my wedge
that was out on
the links
Have you seen it?
I left it on the green
Alone in the dark
you were probably
hoping I wouldn’t
need a new one
time for a upgrade
Forgive me
The grooves were ruined
it was so rusty
So dirty
Some would even say,
under par
It all starts with a little push.
It’s always hard to do it.
But sometimes you have to push it.
Once through the pleasure rushes in.
It’s always hard to do it.
Starting with a small caterpillar.
Once through the pleasure rushes in.
Growing and Growing
Staring with a small caterpillar.
Eating everyday just to grow
Growing and Growing
Hoping to turn into something beautiful.
Eating everyday just to grow
Soon, turning into a pupa.
Hoping to turn into something beautiful.
The pupa hardening everyday.
Soon, turning into a pupa.
Everyday expecting it to happen.
The pupa hardening everyday.
Just wanting to break out.
Everyday expecting it to happen.
The time is coming
Just wanting to break out.
Breaking free, and flying in the sky.
The time is coming.
But sometimes you have to push it.
Breaking free, and flying in the sky.
It all starts with a little push.
Let them be as a cheetah Always running, chasing, stalking But constantly hunting
I’d rather be a strong stubborn turtle Staying in one place like a cloud Silently looking over the Earth
To have your house on your back To travel without boundaries To graze the vast blue ocean Or undisturbed plains
I’d rather be a pacifist, and if then devoured by predators, Then to be wandering the arid savannah Where they are bit and stung By bloodthirsty mosquitoes
I’d rather be a lone soul Than a pack wolf. If I could run jump, and hunt, I’d rather be a strong stubborn turtle
Snow.
A coat of white.
A beautiful sight.
A joyful brightness in the dark of night.
Air filled with tranquil silence
Landscapes which would seem ordinary
Transform into a scene from story book
Illuminating everything, trees, buildings, alike
With the falling, anticipation builds in children of all ages
k-12, waiting for the call.
School’s cancelled
A day of relaxation, fun
nostalgia of sledding rushes into mind
The back-breaking shoveling forced upon by parents
Doubles as an escape to the winter wonderland
The cold wind caressing your skin
The falling crystals melting as they hit your face
You fill with bliss to the point
The cold does not bother you
Snow.
Let them be as hard as stones
Always sturdy, standing tall
But still, and forever cold
I’d rather be a long river
Passive, with clear streams, like shiny ribbons
blowing in the wind
Rapids rushing towards the deep open sea
To have no control, following the path that has already been decided To relax, to just enjoy the ride
To be pushed and pulled by moon and sun
Or to be crashing over rocks, swirling tumbling in a panic
I’d rather be unbothered, and if
Then I am alone
Than to be around still and unfeeling stones
Where they are praised for their rigidity
By those who just watch
I’d rather let everything flow
Than attempt to find footing in the water
If I could carry out my path freely
I’d Rather be a long winding river
The fish are content
In the small pond
Floating with nothing to do
In circles they go
To and fro
Gliding two by two
How funny they are,
They can’t go far
Stuck in obliviousness
Above on a rock
I sit and I watch
And start to become curious,
The breeze is warm
Shadows form
And the world awaits my return
It can keep waiting
Today I am staying
On my rock to watch the fish
He stood atop the white, vast mountain.
His home.
Covered in darkness
The wind chilled across the layers of life
the pitch black ripples in parts of Bear Lake.
His friends swaying loosely in the wind
Giving off pleasant drafts of sweet caramel and soothing vanilla
Nothing but silence as the falling of snow began to bow at his friendly feet
Every step causing the snow to hug to his boot one by one.
Walking towards a bright blue ball of light and warmth that rose in the midst of the white spects
Melting the hearts of living things around.
He no longer saw the dark ripples but saw them begin to
Transform to a teal and light blue body that freely flowed, elegantly making way for all in its path.
All except the friendly moose
gracefully eating the lush green
Wet silky moss hidden beneath the sheets of the ice.
As he stood up pridefully with his rack of enormous horns.
Light glimmered across the glassy lake
reflecting light onto the darkened trees
On the animals in the sky and on the ground.
An unstoppable force to be reckoned with.
If only he could be there to experience it once again.
Suspended and surrounded by nothing,
alone.
Neither to one side nor another,
Always up and down.
Always here and there,
But not in between.
A partner doing the same,
Farther away that I can see.
In time but not together.
Faster than light, or slower.
Or maybe not moving at all. No one knows.
Always present,
A part of everything, but
Never visible.
A frontier to never explore.
Resident of the barren, white plains
Huangdi of the Spheniscidae s trains
Custodian of the southern winter fringes,
An emperor.
Noble tuxedoed avian of the winterland
Flightless, ungainly as if completely unplanned
A torpedo in the water
Yet disregarded by the augur
Braving through the frozen bath of white
And marching through the night
Facing the eternal fury of the Antarctic plateau.
Alone to inhabit their frozen chateau.
Wishing not anything sweet to eat
No need for others to greet
Content with their uncontested reign
Humble rulers of an empty domain.
Winter is a white time placed in between warmth
Cold ice under your boots
Cold air bitting your face
Pine trees snow covered
January sun reflecting off of the snow blinding you
The frigid spruce
The clinking and clanking of bells
Winter holds the darkest day of the year
And always good wishes
Candy cane breath
The peppermint bliss
Ho, Ho, Ho, the cheerful stretch of year