Even now, as raw
winds battle southwards, Summer’s
last traces rejoice.
by Scooj
Tag: Poetry
I am Arctic hare
My Summer jacket
has yielded and been replaced
by my Winter coat.
by Scooj
Blank
How is it that when
your mind is cluttered and full
it feels so empty?
by Scooj
You look nice
A few simple words,
a random act of kindness
and the world makes sense.
by Scooj
One minute
I weep at my desk
as we stay silent; somehow
it seems not enough.
by Scooj
This or that?
It’s so worrisome
deciding which tiles to choose
for the new bathroom.
by Scooj
Paris
The darkness is now
upon us, we are afraid
but our hearts are true.
by Scooj
Hard
It is hard sometimes
to look into the darkness
and not be afraid.
by Scooj
What Autumn?
Mildest of weeks; this
prolonged seasonal stasis
is bewildering.
by Scooj
Shoe tree
The leaves tumble down
and skateboarders once again
admire their totem.
by Scooj.
Natural adventures 