When the rules say you must rhyme
I’m a muggle every time.

I muggle through the alphabet
And haven’t found the right word yet

They’ll throw me off the “Hello” site
Unless I finally get it right

I feel as slow as Sancho Panza
Looking for a perfect stanza.

Nothing I can do but quit quit
And say I took a muggle hit.
ljm

If  anyone has the right to inveigh against the weather
It’s me, folks - it’s me.
If anyone plans to stay indoors all day
It’s me, folks - it’s me

If anyone’s thermometer reads 120 degrees
It’s mine, folks - it’s mine
If anyone’s TV says Dangerous Heat Warning
It’s mine, folks - it’s mine

If anyone wonders why they live here
It’s me folks - it’s me
If anyone says the sunrise is worth it
It’s me, folks it’s certainly me.
ljm

Single
footsteps,
in the sand
form behind me,
another reminder
that my journey
is my own

The
waves,
They lazily wash over,
effortlessly
filling my imprints,
restoring perfection
to the beach

But,
although they are
now hidden,
I still know
they existed,
In my mind,
And from the sand
On my feet

Warm hypnotic breezes gently blow
Bright green plants bend to and fro
Leaves gleaming in the bright sun
Welcoming the light as a faithful friend
The sky is a full blue with a scattering of cotton white clouds
The air is a perfect comforting temperature lulling one into a state of peace
Wind chimes play their melody in the background
What a perfect day if only it could go on forever
Magical chimes

dos meses
sin hablar contigo
y ahora quieres hablar
de las cosas que nos separaron

mi corazón todavia me duele
aun te extraño