Poetry — In the peak summer heat it rains —  dark clouds soften the sunlight, the earthy scent refreshes the senses. A tender breeze touches with its cool moist droplets. Birds rejoice, trees dance, leaves flutter; and so does the mind.

A poem — I step into your darkness, but I can't see you. I hesitate to call out, to intrude, what if you're asleep? This pitch-black, most severe shade of darkness — could it get any darker! Blinded by light for too long, now I cannot see the figure lying still, not very far from me. I close my eyes, delving into the deepest of my darkness; in that profound blackness I search for my lost sight.

One line poem — She rocks me on her lap humming a soft lullaby, I close my eyes, slip into night’s deep slumber; that perfect round dot on her dark forehead, wanes into darkness. In response to this week’s prompt “Moon” by Ana-Maria Schweitzer.

For my teachers — For the storms keeping me grounded, sun spreading hope, unfailing, stars instilling wonder; mountains, resilience; experiences teaching to be at peace with what’s changing: jobs, money, people, self — I’m grateful. Thanks to Sherry Kappel for the prompt “Gratitude” : In Eternal Gratitude One Line Poem Prompt for November 25medium.com

A poem — Chug, chug, he chugs along with a pack of strangers; boarding, alighting, then repeating. Far from home, in many places, seeking answers from unusual spaces; a stranger in strange destinations. Exploring, yet seldom catching the fleeting glimpses of true meaning. Walking past streets, often unseeing the signboards, homeward-pointing; he struggles, with false belonging.