Abbe's Notes

Mr. Moon
You rise above 
The sky with rounds of light
Spreading joy through the night.
You disappear as days dawn, 
But if we rise before your retreat
A shadow remains
A wisp of faded smiles
A breakfast treat.
Moon shadow where you go 
Nobody knows.

Woodpeckers tap to attract.
Bees buzz sweet intentions.
Once we had no words to explain.
We drew pictures on the walls of caves.
Stories of animals, the sun, moon, and weather.
Clues of battles, what had passed.
Advanced with vocabulary, thoughts of possibilities, 
Now, with time on our hands.
We reduce communication, 
To the Emoji

A traveler’s bell.
Rings in the culture
Of hope and promise
A shield against assumptions
Tokens of significance.
When the wind blows
Bells chime in sync with
The swaying leaves,
Soft notes like bird chirps
Signals of sun’s rise and set.
Nature’s prompts
Define the journey into
uncharted territory.
A warm welcome
For the wayward.

Deep in the recess of my brain
I search within the silence,
To the hum of thoughts.
Connections warmed by time.
Nature’s creation
Chaotic discord of visions
Misaligned.
I grasp at contrary apparitions.
Spirit sentiments that disappear,
With my touch.
Nothing to hold,
They twirl in between,
Pockets of air.
Breathe

Eyes see,
Tell hidden truths.
A blink of insecurity
A wink of levity
Eyes shine,
Hope within pools of tears.
Visions of the future
Visions of the past
Eyes reveal,
A window into the soul
A mirror from the heart.

When the darkness of night retreats
blue skies rise. 
Oceans pucker greens and blues
Light’s reflections spark hope.
A blue feather drifts on the wings of a butterfly
Sunrise unveils blue skies
Kisses amongst clouds