The Gooey Molasses of Peace

I close my eyes–suddenly I hear. I close my eyes–my lungs fill with autumn. I close my eyes–I feel… grateful.   I open my arms–others fill them. I open my arms–instant abundance. I open my arms–I feel… thankful.

One Minute Affair With Peace

Busyness presses down, in, around And the roses grown dim. Stealing senses Robbing of smell, taste, touch. Hamster-wheel mind-numbs Creating needless constant crisis. But I steal away.