The peace is
delicate
like blades of grass
and dried twigs
as air
ripples over water
wings fold
and I stand
still as a statue
to watch
silently
as the world
moves on
around me
while I wait
poetry
Gideon’s Challenge
Gideon’s Challenge
When summer slips
into autumn’s grasp
and flower’s colors
begin to fade
will you lie with me
in the green grass
and watch the clouds
march by
on parade
and hold my hand
as we pick out shapes
making up stories
as we go
before getting lost
in laughter and kisses
until the sunset glow





