Foliage Hidden

For they do sing in suggestive breeze,

still discreet in foliage

their lives depend on a travel,

readying swift reply to the wind.

 

Watch out your windows such

is preparation of a Creator,

grace upon our planted wilderness.

An imagined love in autumn

 

Sweater in hand time for a walk

In the quiet air of an arid migration.



© Thom Amundsen 2019

youR, a teaCher fer cryin’ outLOUD!

Wait, what, yeah,

you are right,

so correct, me,

cannot argue that.

Its, Its, Its,

stranglehold on my life

is like,

I cannot breathe today

because I woke and realized,

it’s, it’s, it’s,

July.

 

Wait, what?

I mean

the end of July

for crying out loud.

 

Man,

get it together,

you are sitting on a couch

watching birds,

and have not a desire

to do anything else.

Thank God your pup

just appreciates

.laying upon your toes.

 

You’re a teacher, for crying out loud,

and its, it’s, its reflection

of time,

is

well, it’s,

well

it is ok,

(because I saw)

a cardinal perched nearby.

 

What a beautiful day

it is to be alive!


© Thom Amundsen 2019

Finding Words

They land in different places now, the words

those stories, passages, telling souls

to reinvent our lives

create some simple serenade

lets our heart breathe less of a sign,

certainly not gasping for air,

just a steady rhythm because we come to know

life is far too short

to allow ourselves to slow the direction

of our dreams.

 

I walked outside this afternoon

breathing in the fragrance of a coming rain,

they always do remind us of a soft gentle horizon

when love might be our simplest guide

rather than the fight,

we choose the current

to travel together

in separate worlds

yet still

together

there will be song.

 

Filling the bird feeder

I knew if quiet

the visit would occur

and in the morning

the melody would play, always,

an endless serenade …


Inspired by ‘Burn’ – Hamilton Soundtrack