In the darkness, past and present …..

Sometimes people speak but nothing is heard. So those spoken words are not heard, sometimes not even seen. Those unheard words just sit there in the corner, under cobwebs, collecting dust.

It is wonderful to watch the tiny birds such as sunbirds picking up the cobwebs as nesting materials to render additional strength to the nests.

A sad and difficult day.

In life there will always be things trying to trap you, trying to make you not do things that are good for you. You can unstick yourself from those people, from those things keeping you down. Cobwebs can trap you and feel good at the same time.

A fresh start can do you the world of good.

A short poem on how to love and be loved.

There are things people never talk about. Those things are hidden away for a long time, kind of festering and boiling. Why let those things stay hidden until they boil out? People should talk about things that bother them before they boil out and people say things they don’t mean.

Two souls meet in the night. No longer feeling like caged animals in need of freedom. The nightlky meatings between the two bring them happiness and joy.

Poem about things that naturally happen around home and beyond.