Spirit Imbued (+1)

The morning bid welcome,

the night said goodbye

 

The sun gave us reasons,

the moon made us cry

 

The cycle repeated,

the old freed the new

 

The darkness retreated,

—the spirit imbued

 

(Highpoint North Carolina: April, 2017)

 

 

Forever—Yet Brief

 

Between what is and isn’t,

lies a canvas of what could be

 

Colors in contrasting unison,

tomorrow’s brush strokes—paint can free

 

Shores of promise, woods of joy,

still-life in eternal relief

 

Framing as one, styled for all,

its message forever—yet brief

 

(Train from Fredericksburg: April, 2017)