Numb

Numbness invades
once again.
Daily chores...
a quiet battle.

Another day of
telling lies.

"So how are you?"
"Fine, thank you,
and how are you?"

Forging smiles...
a thin disguise.

But be at rest,
O weary soul.
For numbness
always passes.

Tomorrow's dawn
promises hope.
Clear of webs
and un-frayed rope.

Flying in V Formation

I am stronger with you all by my side
How easy it will be to arrive.

Catch me now I'm falling out of formation
I feel a dragging sensation.

But we unite our flight in harmony
and reach our goal effortlessly.

Leadership is shared, respect is mutual.
Abilities and talents we combine.

In formation, we cheer our front man on
and thus, maintain speed.

Should I become hurt or ill, I'll never
be left on my own.

I am stronger with you all by my side
How easy it will be to arrive.

If we all collaborate, despite our differences,
How pleasant the flight of years will be.

A Winter Morning

Slowly leaving a peaceful state,
awakening to a deafening silence,
with an odd glow peering through blinds,
chilling air touches skin,
as blankets get tossed aside.
Stepping over to the window,
sun-lover curiously opens the blinds.
Gasp of surprise breaks the silence.
Countless number of brilliant white flakes,
all collected quietly during the night.
Still floating down without a sound.
No wind disturbs their travel.
Each unique in its' own design.
Stacks on the ground in massive quantity.
With no urgency to this Saturday morning,
immersed in deep thoughts of getting started,
goes back to the warmth left under the covers.