The Migraine
Piercing pain
splitered
and sharp
will not shed
and fall away
but clings
on tight
to blur edges
and sharpen
the tongue
making all
impediments
a new breed
of irritation
poetry
Gideon’s Challenge
If I Were An Ant
Little bit
of tufted green
I’d burrow in
and breathe in
deep
nuzzle soft
feathered fronds
and take a nap
in welcoming soft
with such a bed
of gentle warmth
I’d sleep away
the day safe
from birds
that serenade
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Gideon’s Challenge
Mid-August Rust
Sweet scents
of berries
left on the vine
still sour
and not to ripen
vibrant bits
of color
among the green
and as leaves
begin to rust
berries will wither
into small
dry husks
Photo © ZenStatePhotography
Gideon’s Challenge
To Savor the Day
A quiet place
to sit in the sun
on a cool day
after the rain
damp grass
soaks denim
and cotton cloth
as back finds earth
and the sky stretches
above
while dragonflies
join the serenade
of babbling brook
Photo © ZenStatePhotography
Gideon’s Challenge
The Reach
Dark shadows
nurture life
and cradle growth
in damp crevices
but sunlight
beacons
the intrepid soul
to stretch
tall
and seek
the warmth
that shadows
cannot provide
Photo © ZenStatePhotography
Gideon’s Challenge
Welcome Home
Cedar tips
caught
within my hair
with fragrant tugs
from bits
of green
like playful fingers
teasing
a loving touch
as trees whisper
greetings
and ask me
to stay
Twisting the Leaf 