There is no snow
no snowmen
no snowballs.

There is rain
wet
sometimes wetter
the weatherman says,
it'll get better
ha
the wind is cutting
feels like someone's
putting the knife in,

life in
this old dog though
sod the snow and the rain
****** the knife and the pain,

it's the weekend and
the sun always shines.

“lay low”,
said the lilo
and stay slow
till the wind blow
go down
don’t drown

go on
slip along
stay afloat
in this boat
be brave
stay strong

drift and glide
hover and rest
ain’t it lovely
ride and slide
feeling alive
without a guide
or safety vest

Am I to young for this?
The hate I see unveiled
It spreads like the sickness
Am I too young for this?
My body is weak and hurt
It begs for forgiveness
Are we to young for this?

Dear New Poets
asking advice on writing poetry.

You already know how!
Remember your first nursery rhymes,
that was the creative seed planted by the universe, water it and grow!
Most of all..
Please yourself and others will find you pleasing!!!

The collection of Sundays
The days of drifting by
The lazy sunny rays
Sitting back , getting high

Thought those days
would never end
But time says
They have to bend

I always kept a fire
burning in my heart
Wound up being the liar
Who turned it into an art

When I lost the light
within me
When I gave into the fight
That defeated me

When the love left
The feeling I used to know
It left my heart cleft
Reeling from the blow

It was summer time
Thunder from the storm
Started humming a line
from a tune well worn

The night has its way
You could not take mine
With nothing to say
you cut the knot that binds

The silence hung heavy
Like summer dew
Like fog on a levee
So it was with me and you