Day 30 - The Grand Finale!

I did it! I did it!
I really, really did it!
No more poems now.

Day 29

Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip.
Water tumbles from rooftops
to the ground, now mud.

Day 28

Waiting is the worst.
With no visible end seen -
like an endless storm.

Day 27

When speaking with fools;
Words, they will not understand,
for their eyes lead them.

Day 26

They say the wind bites,
but they're wrong. It's teeth are dull.
No, I say it burns.

Day 25

The herd moves thund'rous.
Together, one great heartbeat
outside of the land.

Day 24

Simple words work best -
and simple talk can also -
to gift lots of feels.

Day 23

So many voices
that dance in my head - and wait,
for someone to hear.

Day 22

Monsters that think like
us, hide in the shadows, where
they know we can't see.

Day 21

To see them, but brief,
tranquility, amidst their
heightened steps above.

Day 20

Water that trickles,
and drips, and flows, and covers,
can mean anything.

Day 19

Destroying angels
cannot steal those guarded by
Father's tree of life.

Day 18

When morning dawns,
The mocking jays stretch their wings
and bid us all, "Rise."

Day 17

Dream of another
passage through the open sea -
Clouds above the rain.

Day 16

Open space of gold
where run the wild and free;
No tethers on them.

Day 15

(Just saying, the second line is a direct quote from my brother. It's what he came up with while trying to figure out how to describe leaves in the fall.)

The leaves are changing;
Lighter, to darker, to dead.
Blow what's left away.

Day 14

Sun peals over glades,
as freshly kissed my morning.
Forever today.

Day 13

Patchwork of green life -
Blanket to cover what hides
those who can't come up.

Day 12 (did you know this is my 100th post? Whoa.)

Branches bent for all -
a shield against blinding force,
that blesses one path.

Day 11

Upon the mountain,
Gilded white will sigh away
'til it's time repeats.