There Is Beauty

There is beauty, in the spring, when nature

is being born.


There is a certain beauty, in the fall, when nature

is dying.

Oh how beautiful–

Is the contrast of the beginning and the end of life?

Both being–

the two most crucial

of all


Poetic Life

Life is like poetry.

At times, it has steady meter and rhyme.

And you can clearly see,

Things have a consistent beat in time.

But other moments are just free verse.

Flowing from the poets mind.

Without anything rehearsed.

And the words are easy to find.

Life is poetic in many differing ways.

You can always transform your prose.

For moments sad or happy, there is forever a phrase.

Immerse yourself into your raw emotions and compose.

Find your song.

Write your story.

Do not fret when life goes wrong.

Feel the glory

Of the pain

And mollify your mind.

For at least your feelings haven’t drained.

And to emotion you are not blind.