out here on the plains
when clouds billow for miles up
storms come fast and hard
don’t be caught in the open
safety is inside and down
out here on the plains
when clouds billow for miles up
storms come fast and hard
don’t be caught in the open
safety is inside and down
oh human folly
we want to see what isn’t
yet don’t see What-Is
be aware in the moment
so we don’t miss out on Joy
right before our eyes
the slow explosion of green
the color of spring
can there be so many hues
are our senses awakened
on the window sill
spearmint, garlic, and lemon
flavors of our food
while they’re not life sustaining
they add much needed color
virtual funeral
a different perspective
all the empty pews
how can this be really true
or is this truly the real