Maybe poems

Silver Hawk
The bright silver gas-hawk,
stark against navy clouds,
humming and buzzing far above

Darkness warming
The morning sun warms my dark clothes,
the grass beneath my toes soothes my frozen skin,
the birds flit by and sing, brightening my eyes and ears,
the life and love around me warms my darkened heart

After The Swim
Stiff skin, damp hair,
smell of chlorine in the air

Still Threatening
Surrounded on all sides by trees,
bigger and better than us,
we stood our ground and claimed our fame

Trying To Be Still
Grinding of a distant engine,
burrows into my thoughts,
interrupting my peace of self

Above The Birds
High above the warm earth,
the clouds cast gray-blue shadows

Before Sun
Covered in sticky sunscreen,
car loaded with toys and fun,
off we go into the sun

Burning Lake
Pointed silver wings
red hot walls carved
into waves of sunstone

Hard Rock Life
Rocks abound, deep green water,
determined plants, grow a little smarter