Took this photo on the way to work this morning. Figured I would write something on this. Drum roll and action........

You graced me with your beauty

As I traveled towards you

A delicious sight

With beautiful hues

You invaded my eyes

A serene landscape

Breathless imagery

Your picture I had to take

You gave me a smile

Driving towards your morning glow

For everyone to view

A very pleasant show

You're a morning to remember

I'll look for you some more

When I jump in my truck

Going east to the shore

I'll see you again

And I'll remember why

The day I spoke to you

Calling you my pink lemonade sky

K.J.A. (c) 2016

these walls collect sound

in the plaster,

storing echoes as secrets

that leak out slow

over time like the

dust of tears in the dark

and the lies I tell myself

before giving up on the day,

the strain in my voice,

when I remember words

I wish I'd kept as they

cast a shadow over conscience,

these walls know the ghost

of me, though

I have a hammer, and

the urge to deafen,

a paintbrush and the desire

to suffocate.

Happiness sings in the dark

and chases its dreams,

gallops into thoughts

and rhymes with cool breezes.

Dream umbrella of misted clouds,

a dance in the rain

time doesn’t apply

as your smile crinkles with joy,

the dew touching the grass.

Indigo skies and impassioned heart

a spinning top weaving webs of intrigue.

Painting the world with myriad colors,

simplicity without complications.

Snuggling with loved one

in front of roaring fire,

melting within his breath

tucked into his arms.

Enchanting heartbeats,

the perfect story

unlocking my heart

happiness flutters

through my soul

I don’t want to let go

I’ll just repeat his name

when I need happiness again.

Ode to the little chipmunk

A quick little sprite

Dressed up in striped colors

All for my delight

He dashes like lightning

And finds a spot to see

Where his adventures will take him

A moment of stillness to be

And off he goes -

Gone from my sight,

Scampering through crunchy leaves

With all of his might

I heard a statistic that 88% of resolutions made will fail. A 12% overall success rate. This year I refuse to make any resolutions...instead I am making commitments to my mind, body and soul. These are not things I want to "resolve" but things I want to make a full commitment to. This might seem like semantics to some but the very definitions of those 2 words illuminate 2 completely different paths. Happy New Year, no fear, next tier. Prose.