I took orders--don't blame me
        for your job you just lost
        if you are unhappy
        confront the boss!

That's me,
I try to grow in places people
would never think I could,
To some I am a ****,
To others a wish,
But I can heal too.
12/8/2020

Time it seems has stood still
for us to admire

the purple budding flowers
in spring

the red
and yellow leaves of Fall

or the moss-covered headstones
in the graveyard

behind a quaint clapboard
chapel

we are not at a crossroads
there are no pivotal decisions to be made

we are free
to keep spinning the wire rack

flaring the nostrils
smelling sponging

and sometimes chewing
the scenery

getting lost in the wash of Americana
and nostalgia

Whit Howland © 2020

Sharing poetry
Exposes one's self
To the elements
One has to weather
The storm

Oh bless you
You light up my life
You’re my poetry partner
My inspiration
My elation

You keep me going
Keep me writing
Keep me flowing
In poetry motion
My devotion

I found so much inspiration
on your happy smiling face
with lovely eyes
I reached the high on the sky
Without any difficult race
For your affections!

I felt my heart in your words
like nature gets in the morning
With the chirping birds
I got a new light of dreams
In your work my sweet darling
As like the moonbeams

You're so kind, so kind to me
That's why I want to be
a poet like you.
You have a great heart
With a decent soul
Darling, I love you!

Let envy  be
your unequivocal enemy