The Closet

Day 25

The Closet

When I was small

I had a closet

And in this closet was

My space, mine alone.

It kept me safe and

In it I made my nest

Of blankets and pillows

Ever so soft and with

Book and flashlight

I would stay for hours

Hidden behind clothes and coats

This closet went back beyond

Where things could be stored

And became my refuge

It was warm and I could dream

Of unicorns and fairies

Yes, this closet was mine and

It kept me safe

Spring Rain

Day 24

I just can’t get in to this prompt. So once again I will go off on my own.

I hope you like it.

Spring Rain (Acrostic)
Spring rain falls down upon the sleepy winter earth

Pulling from the depths of it

Remaining seeds of last autumn’s retreat

Into the sky these seeds reach

No longer restrained by seed coat or cold earth

Gripping firmly to their rebirth in Spring.
Remembering their path of old

Among the tulips so red

If the gardens don’t tell

No secrets are lost in the end.

Falling Leaves

Day 23

I have decided not to follow the prompt for today and go it alone. I love this poem. It reminds us that we need to slow down.

Falling Leaves

The leaves fall slowly down as

I watch from my seat on a log.

The woods around me are ablaze with color and

from where I sit, I can see far across the valley.

The trees are turning slowly this year and are

giving us a show worthy of the Gods.

The air has turned bitterly cold  

And a few snowflakes have started to fall.

The leaves will fall faster now and

before long the trees will be bare.

Heralding the start of winter and

a time of sleep and rejuvenation.

Letting us reflect on life and being told to slow down,

the falling leaves are a reminder.

A reminder that even though things look bleak

We can look ahead beyond winter to spring

Look past those falling leaves to a new beginning.

Earth Day Acrostic – Don’t Let Me Die

Day 22

Earth Day Acrostic – Don’t Let Me Die

Earnestly show you mean to help

Accountability, no more lies

Return to me my seas of kelp

Turn blue once again my skies

Help me to grow my plains of wheat
Destroy not my mountains so high

Anger me not with your words so sweet

You  have worn out your welcome this time
Endearing to me are words that are true

Allow me a fate that is lasting

Remember that I am all there is

Today is all I can spare without wasting away

Help me before it’s too late

Dare to do what is right

Arm yourself for the fight

You can do it if only you try, Oh please hear my cries   tear

earth

I don’t want to die.

Save

Save

Save

What Makes You Think I Care?

Day 21

What Makes You Think I Care ?

A phrase often heard when I was young

It seemed to easily roll off the tongue

It was meant to hurt whoever heard

The direction of the words observed

By the speaker who had the upper hand

The say so, the rules and strength to grandstand

Words can often hurt more than any other

Things that can be done by another

The words were often meant to scare

What makes you think I care?