Mountain Tops

A sunrise with all its hues is a beginning

Vivid oranges and yellows marking

A new day on the horizon nearing bloom

A sunsets multicolored glory is often seen

As an end to the day as the red-orange fades

To increasingly deep purples and darkening blues

But it too is a beginning, a way to reset what

Has transpired and to look towards the coming day

Finding a new beginning feels like a mountainous

Endeavour but its known, the prettiest sunrises

And sunsets can be seen from mountaintops

Changing of the Guard

Each day a changing of the guard occurs

No bearskin hat precariously perched

No scarlet runic bright like a flower

No gold buttons grouped in fours

Just a platoon of me switching out

With each new need and necessary post

Trooping about at their post and protecting

The feelings that I have left to impart

But only with you are the gates open

The guards given leave to rest as I

Confer upon my life the gift of being me

The Pilgrimage

Inexorably drawn but not as a moth to flame

Not for the incineration to nothingness but

More as the pilgrim to a magnificent holy site

To be renewed, restored, revived, and reborn

Orbiting your galaxy in such a way that all

Is bestowed upon me in waves that wash

And create forces drawing me ever closer

Early

Ground fog all encompassing as I gaze

Across the slightly overgrown lawn

Its opacity, obscuring the usual gem like

Drops of dew that glisten on the grass

Coffee, it's cinnamon fragrance, warm 

In my hands, longing to hold you again. 

Prodigious pedantic patter

Insufferable insanity instantaneously