Paint yourself some bliss.
If blue’s your hue, you can’t miss.
Stress just sails away.
Fog sails in with dawn.
Coffee melts a cloudy view.
Cream becomes the light.
Troubles dock at night.
With the dawn, most fear’s moved on.
Raise your sails and smile.
Rush hour in a boat.
Traffic’s fine, your view sublime.
Troubles float downstream.
Storm clouds brew above.
Reflection brings peace of mind.
The light is with us.
Discover your bliss,
when your days are upside down.
Paddle, while you can.
This sky is blue,
No clouds in view.
Our wind is calm,
Yet fuels the sailboat beyond.
I sit on the docks.
Removing work shoes, gray socks,
Then my moth eaten sweater.
Curled toes just skirting cool waters below.
With autumn’s embrace, now warming bare arms.
And, too, one weary old soul.
Eyelids grow heavy, surrendering to peace.
Waves playing, our season’s last song.