Why had I not noticed this sweet little waterway before
I crossed the street and never stopped to notice
Will rectify that as I usually do notice
Just for a few moments took a breath as the rain stopped
The clouds parted and the sky started to turn blue
Because of you little Brook

C@rainbowchaser2023

Not for lack of words
Not for lack of ideas and fresh takes
The Muse is around when he or she wants to be
I think there are two in my life
When I touched Henry David's desk at Walden
It was an epiphany and yet I wished he could speak with me
That is what happens when the words stay with the muse at least this one

C@rainbowchaser2023

I just want to sleep,
but life calls me again,
along with the moon and darkness.
I'd like to sleep,
but this mind is filled with dreams,
and sometimes nightmares.

You're not going to melt
You might get a little wet
You might have to slow your pace
Fight the fear
The ones that keep you from being the very best you can be
The ones that become excuses and get in your way
Now that you have admitted that you are afraid
Get your umbrella and rain gear
The worst that can happen is that you might get splashed or caught in a downpour
The best thing is that the rain brings flowers in May
If you are allergic take your meds and carry a tissue

C@rainbowchaser2023

Life wears me out with its
twists and turns, and
hairpin curves.
I keep waiting for a
long, peaceful stretch
of highway, bathed in
the rising sun.
A golden wheatfield to
to the left, a moss covered
pond with dragonflies to
the right.
The road turns to gravel,
and climbs rapidly uphill.
There are signs along the
way that promise the world.
The road gradually turns
to dirt, and ultimately
disappears.