Tomorrow never fails.

I am too, too small

To carry such tons of weight

Of trash; rubbish mate

Neither you, nor them

Deserves such a burden to take

‘T weighs down a soul;

Consumes one’s spirit to the bone,

Hate is always wrong.

Love liberates all

Bustling blooms and hues

On dewy hills in blue, red,

And yellow—hello spring!

. . . Bidding bye to snow;

Sending winter a warm farewell:

Plush, flannel, plus loafers.

But I’ll surely miss the s’mores

And the hot chocolate too—

Those really consoling consolation—I do.

But then, bye winter, bye!

See ya in December, aight.

Next time get it right.

The seed of resilience:
Everyone has a cross to carry.
Everyone has inner strength yet to discover.
Even challenges are subject to time–
So those too will pass.

The seed of kindness:
None is needless,
None is undeserving.
It’s a superspreader
Of bliss and goodwill.

The seed of thankfulness:
Each breath is a blessing,
Each day is a delight.
A grateful heart
Is always filled with happiness and humility.

The seed of joy;
Nothing is irrelevant if it makes you smile;
Nothing too minuscule if it lifts your spirit.
Often spontaneous,
But a deliberate act brings meaning.

The seed of caring:
Everyone appreciates a tap, a touch; for
Everyone appreciates empathy.
Too akin to love,
Care is a human legacy.

Sow them.
Nurture them.
Rear them.
Cherish them–
And your soul and being will flourish
With these seeds ’til the end.

As the symphony of gentle winds

conducts in every crispy morning of spring;

A bed of tulips and roses

in colors of rainbow,

is waltzing with me.

As the ballad of swell

plays in one tepid noon of summer,

a rush of ripples in calmest tides,

are smooching my toes and smothering my heels–

too teased–I’m blushing—I can’t deny!

The whispering lullabies of falling leaves

in all of falls

putting me to sleep

and watching me in peace

from dusk to dawn.

The medley of carols

playing merry and gay

while the fireplace’s flames

mesmerize, bringing nostalgia

in all of winter’s coldest nights .

And you, parked at the Aloha Tower,

Coming out from a white Range Rover,

Wearing denim jeans and blue aloha shirt,

smiling, holding a single pink rose

and a dark chocolate bar.

Such an epitome of a wish–

too perfect

for the quite

imperfect

me.