Warm days in the Midlands

Four decades have passed,Through storm, fire, disease, and drought,The maple revived. Shady reflections,Passing atop tall grass seas,A moment's reprieve. The buzzing of bees,And the rustle of petals,Make me long for home. Distant music plays,Voices call from the long past,Summer has begun. An old cat lies down,Languid eyes close for some sleep,Just another day.

The Vacuous Sigh

I took a sip of hemlock today, So that I might die a philosopher, Imparting upon the world wisdom, Or, the very least, a pithy remark, But as the dark shroud fell over me, No terrible truths fell from my pale lips, Just the vacuous sigh, "Oh, I see," As oblivion stole my breathe away.