Seasons Of Love

A plastic hanger is stuck in a pine tree,
while birds peck at a bird seed sack.

The smell of lilacs hit my nose,
as I pass a bushel in full bloom.

Electricity sizzles on the end of my fingertips,
as the air begins to swivel and swish.

Dampness is afoot.

Followed by incessant humidity.

Spring is dying.

Summer is ready to play.

Where did Fall go?

Sunsetting

That old familiar,
as the sun sets on our backs.

Wind in my hair,
love in my soul.

Why can't all days end like this?

Don't

Let's not focus on the negative,
but instead,
on the right here,
right now.

Fears of the future,
love for the past,
cloud the brain,
and keep one in place.

Instead,
break those chains,
love,
live,
and let go.

Follow your instincts.

That pitiful feeling,
like a fire under your sternum,
is telling you what you already know.

Don't run,
walk.

Smile,
don't wallow.

Filtering out all the unnecessary noise,
eventually cleanses the heart.