Poetry

Days Pass

by

Michael Johnson

Days pass,
Cold is winter,
At night birds hide in trees.
Doves at bird feeder don't count days.
No cares.

Snowflake

by

Michael Johnson

In spring
Last snowflake falls
Temperature is rising
If it knew how long it lasts,
why bother?

Nothing To Do

by

Michael Johnson

Summer
As the world burns,
Nothing else to do, but
Step into liquid cool waves
And swim.